𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 [BxB] ✔️

6.| Are you still mine?

DARREN'S POV.

DISCLAIMER: Mild sex references

I broke into a sweat.

My heart pounded, and my hand began to feel clammy against my bouncing knee.

I began to rock back and forth, banging my feet impatiently at each end of the legs of my chair.

The very act of watching was hurting my eyes, and my heart was still threatening to burst forth from my ribcage.

I haven't felt this nervous since...

Never.

I've never felt nervous before.

I sat there, feeling the heat of his eyes on me.

''Hey babe.'' He said again.

My heart sped up.

His voice was low and husky.

Sexy.

''Hey.'' I said quietly.

''Darren.''

My cheeks were burning.

I'm making a fucking fool of myself.

I thought I would be able to handle this.

Who was I kidding?

''Babe look at me.''

I looked at him.

His eyes a piercing green shade.

He still that stupid smirk on that face.

''How have y-''

''Don't call me that.'' We said at the same time.

His smirk was immediately replaced with deep scowl.

''What the fuck do you mean by that?''

What?

''Nothing? I just don't want you calling me that anymore.''

I heard him let a little growl.

He sat back in his chair. ''Who's been fucking you then? Kelvin?''

He voice was loud.

Of course.

He hasn't changed at all.

Still quick tempered and rushes to conclusions.

He continued.

''I've been locked up for barely a year and you've gone off to some other guy? What the FUCK.''

''Stop.''

''I knew I couldn't fuckin' trust ya, and I was right.''

''STOP.''

He banged his hands-on top of the table, his hand cuffs clinking.

He stood up and raced around the room, fuming.