A/N: It's in on time! Really late at night... but still. :]
Disclaimer: I do own a lot of homework. And not very much spare time. I do not own Twilight or anything related to it. SMeyer does.
I should let you guys know that eventually I'm going to be going through this story and fixing all my grammatical errors. So if you get a buncha updates from my story, don't be fooled, folks. This will not happen on a Thursday, though. Which, in case you haven't figured it out yet, is when I update. So don't get confused. Anyways...
He was laying curled up in a ball in the middle of my bed, his hands fisting his hair, tears streaming down his face. I called his name, but he didn't wake up. I climbed on the bed and touched his hand lightly. I pried his fingers loose. He uncurled from his fetal position, and I laid down next to him, wiping the tears from his face. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking up at me.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Sorry." He made to sit up, but I pushed him back down.
"No," I said severely, like I should have that night. "Stay." I laid down again, and I wrapped an arm around his torso. I needed to comfort him. He heaved a sigh, and he put his hand over mine. Soon, his breathing slowed, and he relaxed. I watched him carefully for any sign that he was dreaming again, but he stayed perfectly calm. He mumbled something I didn't catch, and rolled over so he was practically squishing me. Before I could scoot away, he flung an arm around me and pulled me close. I chuckled quietly to myself. I was perfectly content to wait until he woke up. I pulled my arm from between us and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He leaned into my touch, and I continued to caress his face. I ran the tips of my fingers lightly down his temple, across his cheek, over his strong jaw bone. I touched his neck gently, and he hummed quietly. I pulled my hand away quickly, because I didn't want to disturb his sleep, and he stopped humming. His eyebrows knitted together, and he moved his face forward so our noses were almost touching. He sighed, and his breath washed over my face.
The urge to kiss him was overwhelming.
I shoved his arm off me and squirmed away from him to sit in the chair across from my bed. He groaned and lifted his hand to his face. He rubbed his eyes blearily.
"Why'd you leave?" He asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"You didn't want me to?"
He looked at me with a puzzled glance. "No? Why would I want you to?"
I chose not to answer this. "Don't you have a girlfriend or something?" I was looking for excuses, and I knew it. I didn't want to fall for him all over again. There was nothing worse than unrequited love.
He opened his eyes all the way and sat up, wide awake. "Why would you think that?" He was frowning now.
"I don't know. You're..." I gestured helplessly towards him. "...you. What girl wouldn't want you?"
He chuckled darkly. "Who says I would want them?"
I rolled my eyes. What a line. "You're lucky I already know you're a manwhore, otherwise I'd be intrigued. I might even start to want you."
"Would that be so terrible?" He murmured. He cleared his throat. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. Or a significant other of any kind. So I don't see the problem with you staying here-" he poked the pillow next to him- "with me. You know what I think?" He continued without letting me answer. "I think that you're making excuses. Why?"
I sighed, tucking my knees to my chest. "You really want to know." It was a statement, not a question. "Do you remember that night in April when you came to my house completely hammered?" I could see he did, so I continued. "That morning, you kissed me, and I thought that something was happening, that something was changing. You were my freaking beautiful rescue. I gave you one last chance to change your mind, to walk away... and you took it. You left. And we didn't talk again... until today. Can you see where I would need to be cautious right now?"
He nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry. I was a jerk in high school, I know that. I was stupid and I had my head way too far up my ass. I remember that night. I don't expect this to change anything, but I want you to know that the only reason I left that night was because I didn't want to hurt you. I was an ass, and I would have ended up ruining it. You remember Jessy?" Jessy was the girl he had started dating a month after that night. I nodded. "We lasted not even two months. She got sick of me being such a jerk to... well, everyone. It opened my eyes. I changed, I swear it."
I stayed silent, not confirming or denying anything, and his expression grew somber.
"I'm gonna sleep on the couch, I think." He took a pillow and a blanket from my bed and walked slowly out the door to the couch. I heard the leather squeak, and I sighed, laying my head on my knees. I had alienated him, this time by choice. I couldn't just trust him that he'd changed. It didn't work that way. Trust is something you earn. And he hadn't earned it.
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