It was totally not a good sign when you happened to see drips of blood on the floor especially after a hard slam from the door. I seem to have forgotten the anger that caught in my breath, all I felt at that moment is total embarrassment. Staring at him holding his bleeding nose, I stood like a puppet with no strings attached, waiting for him to tell me what to do. The sudden freeze-hit to my mind just got me nowhere near to being smart. “Are you just gonna stand there till I bleed to death?!” his voice fires me straight on my ass. My eyes blink and snap back to reality. Clumsily, I took his hand and sit him on the bed. “I’m sorry…” I apologized sincerely and looked on the ground. “Get me the ice will ya?” he ordered in a stern manner. Slowly making my steps out from the room, I bit my lips just to stop my tears from running down my cheeks. I have to admit that I’m not a cry-baby; in fact I am really strong no matter what happened, I couldn’t figure out what makes me one at that point of time. I stood right at the center of the living room, feeling something in me so strong till it has to burst. I sat my ass hard on the hardwood floor and start weeping.
“Hey… what’s wrong?” I instantly wiped off my tears and looked away from his face. I gulped in and tried to pull my hair to cover my face. He held my shoulders with both of his hand and turned me to face him. His fingers run through my hair and slipped it behind my left ear. The touch of his warm fingers passes through my cheeks. While another hand was pulling the oversize T of to cover my thighs, only I realized that I’m wearing his jersey and without pants on. I blushed and tried to pull the T-shirt so it will extend longer. A hot rush just came and I was totally in dilemma, I looked him in the eyes and begging for something I don’t know. I closed my eyes and hope God will guide me for some reason.
They are soft and warm when they touched me on my cheek. His lips were the only thing I saw when I tried to peep. I bit and pout my lips a little and the tears start again. The next thing that came to my conscience, his lips are on mine. My lips are locked to his as he leaned forward. “I like your cute pouty lips,” he whispered and pressured his lips on mine again, harder this time.
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