BPOV
"Do you still like me... at all?" I asked.
He stared at me for a few seconds, and then smiled, "That's a really good question!"
Okay?
"Do I still like you? Yes, that's... That's a really good question!" he chuckled.
"Oh, I amuse you!" I said.
"Yes, you do." he laughed again.
"Hmm... Do I still like you? I need to think about it. I guess I'll need some time to think about it," he said as he sat on the couch.
He was behaving really weirdly! I wasn't expecting this when I had asked that question. Maybe he was trying to figure out a correct way to say "No, I don't like you anymore!"
He rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes.
I didn't know what was going on. I had never seen him like this!
"Shit, I'm tired!" he said after some time as he buried his face in his hands, "I'm really, really tired! I'm fucking tired! I can't do this anymore!"
I can't do this anymore!
Why was I forcing him to answer this?
Why was I torturing him?
"I'm... I'm sorry!" I managed to say while trying my best to keep my voice in check, "You don't have to answer it."
He immediately looked up.
I must be failing terribly at keeping my face normal, or may be he finally realized that I didn't like anything he was saying, because he got up immediately from the couch and came closer to me, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." he said as he put his hands on my face and looked into my eyes.
And that's it! I wasn't able to control my tears anymore!
"Shit! Bella, look at me! I'm so sorry, baby! I'm sorry!" he said while brushing away my tears, "I think you misunderstood it."
"Look at me, please!" he said, "What I meant to say was... I'm tired of fighting my feelings for you."
I looked up immediately. What did he mean?
"I'm tired of pretending that I don't feel anything for you," he sighed as he pulled me closer.
"But why are you pretending?" I asked, feeling confused. I didn't know what was going on!
He just sighed and pulled me closer.
This was the most intimate we had ever been. His eyes flickered from my eyes to lips and they were back to my eyes. Our lips were just inches away from each other, but he still didn't kiss me. He kept looking into my eyes, as if he was waiting for my consent. I put my hand around his neck and pulled him closer, and pressed my lips on his.
And yup, he was definitely waiting for my consent because he started kissing me feverishly after that. I had never been kissed like this before!
He stopped after a while to look into my eyes. His eyes were burning with fire! I'm sure they were mirroring mine!
He pulled me closer and kissed again. I didn't want to think about anything. We kept kissing, not sure for how long.
And much to my discontent, he pulled away after some time.
"Stop!" he said and pulled himself away from me, but he wasn't able to stay away for long as he pulled me closer to him again almost immediately.
He placed a kiss on my forehead and lingered his lips there for a few seconds before finally letting me go.
"Bella..." he sighed, "There's a difference between actually wanting someone and... just wanting them because you're afraid of losing them," he said.
My brain must have stopped working after those kisses because I wasn't able to comprehend whatever the heck he was trying to say! What the fuck did that even mean?