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"Excuse me, are you using your selective-mutism on me?" I cross my arms over my chest and raise my eyebrow at him.
"C'mere," he motions to his lap.
"You want me to climb-"
"Yes so fuckin' come on," he cuts me off. I scrunch my nose at him and climb over the whatever-it's-called-thing in the middle and then finally place myself on his lap. His arms wrap around my lower back and he leans up slightly. I kiss his lips softly.
His hand slips under the back of my shirt and he trails his fingers along my back softly. He picks up the pace, kissing with more urgency.
I feel emotions bubble in my throat, partly because I'm about to start my period and also I'm freaking sad.
Why can't I just have this one thing? It's all I want. I can't be happy when I have to leave him. Why can't I just be happy for more than a couple hours?
I wrap my arms around him and pull myself as close as I can. He bites down on my bottom lip teasingly and I feel his little smile.
I'm gonna cry.
I don't want to go away from that smile. I don't think I could. It doesn't matter if the smile is little.
I can't bring myself to let go.
He pulls away for a split second and kisses my cheek. Then his lips find mine once more in a soft, delicate kiss. Slow and not harsh.
His hand travels further up my back and the other one comes to rest under my jaw, his thumb on my cheek.
After a while, he pulls away. I watch him as he catches his breath, his chest rising and falling.
"Damn," he mumbles, "I need a fuckin' breather after that."
I watch his lips as that smile returns. I feel my chest contract and a feeling come up.
"I love you and I'm leaving you," I blurt the two things I've been keeping in.
God, help me, please.
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-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 26: Dumb
?Azalea?
I cover my mouth with my hands.
I did not mean to blurt it like that.At all.
I was supposed to break it to him nice and easy. I rehearsed it actually but that went in the motherfreaking dumpster because I'm an idiot.
He stops moving altogether. He doesn't talk. He doesn't move. And I hate myself for springing both things on him.
Not even a few hours ago I was stressing about him not loving me back when I should've been stressing about whether or not I was going to blurt everything out.
