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"Gajeel, wait!" She stumbled out of the bed, following him out of the room. "Please don't!"
He spun around angrily, closer to her than he thought. "Yer still gonna sit there an' defend him, Lev? Cut that shit out! He needs his fuckin' ass beat, an' I'm gonna be the one ta do it!"
"But Gajeel…" she said quietly, taking one of his fists in her hands. "He's right."
She did not just fucking say that to him! He didn't know if he was more mad at that jerk for saying it or at Levy for believing it! He was drunk and emotional and pissed off and he wanted to calm down so bad, but he needed to set this woman straight!
Something in him snapped.
He stalked toward her and she inched backward, he had this… look in his eyes that she'd never seen before. It was a smoldering look that made her feel…
He walked at her until she bumped into the bed, and it was then that he grabbed her wrists with one hand and had her pinned on the bed beneath him in the blink of an eye.
"Levy…" he rumbled her name. It was like he finally caught his prey and he wasn't going to let her go. Not now. Not ever.
She was panting now. What was she anticipating? Was she drunk enough for this?
"Don't ever say yer broken or defective. I swear ta God, Lev," he'd gotten in her face, breathing her air until he leaned down next to her ear. He was very drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice the way she was slightly arching into him. Bad idea. "Yer perfect."
"Gajeel…?" Her voice was breathy as she felt the lust coming off of him in waves. Was this happening? Why was it hot all of a sudden?
He leaned in slowly, placing a soft kiss on her tattoo. Her skin was soft and smooth, and the good way she smelled assaulted his senses. He should have done this a long time ago. She whimpered beneath him while he led kisses up her neck until he found it hard to control himself. His lips met her earlobe. "Lev…"
He said her name into her ear pleadingly, and already, he had her wound so tightly, it wouldn't take much for her to undo herself. She couldn't believe this was actually happening! And the best part about it was it felt so damn good. A million times better than she imagined it would. "Gaj…?"
He let her wrists go and hoisted himself up on his elbows, his forearms resting on either side of her head. His hands played in royal blue locks as she practically purred from his touch. Sure, he had himself propped up, but there was little to no space between them and he was so close to her lips… "Please don't push me away. This… I need this, I need ya."
Why in the world would she push him away? When this felt so amazing, when he was so sweet to her? His scent was intoxicating, his deep sultry voice, the heavenly weight of his body on hers. This was an entirely new experience and it was an experience she didn't know she needed. She held his face in reassurance, rubbing her thumbs across a few of his piercings. Why was he so emotional? It must have been the alcohol. "I could never push you away. You mean the world to me."
He gave a breath of relief upon her words and he closed his eyes, taking her lips in for the best kiss he ever had in his life, even with no tongue action! Her lips were so soft and she kissed him back with such vigor, she wanted this just as much as he did!
He pushed a drunken tongue in and she complied, letting him do whatever he wanted with her. She knew he wouldn't hurt her or do anything she wouldn't like, so she had complete trust in him. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down so that he was flush on top of her. So she could feel everything.
She moaned languidly and he swallowed her sweet sounds and replaced them with his own deep groans. At this point, he was subconsciously grinding into her, desperate to be freed and feel how warm she was inside. But first…
He broke the kiss and picked up the bottle, taking one last long drink before offering her the rest. She gladly chugged the last of it, the burning in her throat and chest letting her know it was doing its job. As the alcohol clouded her thoughts even further, she wondered why they'd never done this before. What took so long?
Of course, the obvious reason was because of her.
He sighed, resting his head on her shoulder. He was pretty much fucked up from that damn bottle of Jameson, and he was pretty sure she was going to black out, which was what she wanted. He needed to confess before she did. "Levy."
"Hm?" She had her fingers playing in his hair and trailing all around his scalp while he somehow brought their bodies even closer together. He hooked his arms under hers and held her shoulders, gently kissing her neck and shoulder. She was noticing that he really took a liking to kissing the tattoo, and she loved it. After all, it was a link to him.
He wanted to look at her while he did it, but he was afraid he'd cry or some shit like that. Fuck, he hated being emotional! He gave one more kiss to her collarbone before nuzzling her neck. "Lev… I love ya so much, I've been in love with ya since we were teens."
A part of her deep inside already knew. And you know what? She felt the same. She smoothed his hair back. "I know…"
"I'm madly in love, Lev. I'm obsessed. The day ya left me… I went ta confess." His voice was breaking like he knew it would. He needed to get this off his chest. "Ya were already gone… so I held onto it, the love I had fer ya."
She… didn't know that. She wished she would have called him, she wished she would have noticed it! Things would have been so much different, now! She lifted his head, she saw the tears in his eyes that he was so valiantly trying to fight back. "Gaj, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"Levy~" He was whining now. He was so needy, and he didn't even care. He just wanted her. And he knew he could be as vulnerable as he needed to be with her. She wouldn't shun him. He went back in for another kiss, this time it was an intense one. His tongue got acquainted with hers and everywhere in her mouth. He wanted to devour her.
When he left trails of kisses on the other side of her neck, she moaned wantonly, arching into him. Her body had a mind of its own by now, and it had completely caved in to his ministrations! He wasn't even doing much!
What beautiful noises she was making, he wanted to hear more. He wanted her to scream his name. He nibbled on her ear, getting familiarized with the parts of her body he didn't already know. "I'm tired of waitin', Levy. It's been thirteen years. D'ya know what kinda toll this is takin' on me?"
She heard his voice quavering again, this had to have been extremely hard to do, but she was here with him every step of the way. Her hands on his back, she slid them underneath his shirt, actually feeling him up properly this time. Jesus, this was amazing. Intense, but amazing. Jet couldn't even compare.
"Mmm," he hummed at her touch, wanting more. He pushed into her again, urging her to continue. He wanted her to touch him everywhere. He kissed every spot his lips could reach, all over her face, her neck, her chest. She was so responsive with each touch, he wanted to mark her up and make her his, but… she wasn't. Not just yet. "Levy, yer the love of my life."
She held his face again, there were actual tears on his cheeks. She wiped the moisture away with her thumbs. He'd been holding this in for forever, it was only natural that he'd be extremely emotional about it. She brought his face down for a kiss. She really should have done this a while ago. "Yeah? Well, it just so happens that I feel the same way."
Fuck yes! She admitted it! She loved him! He wasn't sure he could get any happier than he was now! He pushed his hips against hers a little rougher this time. "Levy, say it. Tell me ya love me. I need ta hear ya say it."
"I love you, Gaj, more than anything," she answered with no hesitation. It was true, and she didn't even realize it until now. Why was she with Jet again? He was chopped liver compared to Gajeel! Why didn't she notice it sooner? She guessed she just had to get blackout drunk with him to realize it.
"Then choose me," he lifted his head and bore into her eyes. Her unsuspecting eyes wide like a doe and trapped by his. "Leave him, an' choose me."
Before she could answer, he kissed her deeply, grinding into her hips. She felt everything he had to offer, and it was a lot. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel for herself! Why, in her right mind would she say no?! He got her more worked up than she'd ever been in her life! How long has he had this effect on her?
"Lev, I'll be so damn good t'ya, I promise. I'll treat ya well. I'll fuck ya right. I'll give ya the world." He caressed her face then dragged his digits down her neck until they danced around a breast. He knew he probably looked so pathetic, begging drunkenly for her love, but he didn't care! He dipped down again, smelling her neck. "Please, Levy. Choose me."
Oh, my. This was a side of him she'd never seen before, and it… it was really nice. He always made her feel wanted, but this was… 'oh~' she arched into him, why was he progressing so slow?! "Okay."
His head jerked up in surprise. She'd really leave that asshole? She'd be with him? This was the best night of his life! "Really? Ya choose me? Oh, fuck, Levy!"
"Yes, Gajeel, I choose you." He smothered her in kisses and hugged her tight, she'd never been happier. She reached up and pulled his head up by his hair and he hissed lightly. "Now touch me!"
He swiftly lifted her tank top over her head and actually drooled when her tits bounced free. He had to take a few seconds to process the fact that he had Levy under him… topless. This had to be a dream.
He must have been staring for a while because she went to cover herself in a hurry before averting her eyes. "Stop staring! I know they're small!"
He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists above her head again, taking the time to admire the view a bit more. He cupped one, fitting perfectly in his hand. Not too much, not too little. "Yer perfect, Lev."
He went down to take a nipple into his mouth, making her squeak in surprise. He was rough but gentle, and he knew exactly what he was doing. She loved the intensity of it all. She loved how he was in control.
He let her wrists go and gave attention to both, kneading one and attacking the other with his mouth, pulling and twisting. Just to hear and see this side of her made this well worth the wait. He continued his journey down her body, dragging his lips and his tongue down her torso while his hands were still committing her lovely tits to memory.
Was this supposed to feel this good, or was it the alcohol? No one had ever paid this much attention to her body before! She was breathing heavily, whispering his name over and over. Every place his fingers touched left a blaze of erotic fire in its trail, and she couldn't get enough.
He got to her shorts and curled his fingers around the edges, sliding them down her thick thighs hungrily. He noticed a while ago that she had huge hips and an ass for days, but he didn't realize how juicy she actually was. "Damn, Lev. Yer really sexy as fuck."
"Take your shirt off," she demanded drunkenly, a lustful, yet stern look on her face. She waited, her mind swirling as he removed her shorts, leaving her only in a pair of lace undies. She tugged at his wife beater with a pout, knowing that face got her what she wanted.
"Demanding, are we?" He sat up on his knees with a smirk and took his shirt off, his ego inflating when she bit her bottom lip and looked him up and down. 'Fuck it!' He slid off the bed and stood at the foot of it, stepping out of his shorts, too.
"I'm not the sexy one, you are," she grinned, flipping and getting on all fours so she could crawl over to him. She stopped at the edge and sat on her knees, reaching tentatively toward his abs. Those she had yet to feel.
This was incredible. He had Levy, almost naked, and sitting at the edge of his bed, touching him, looking at him with lusty eyes. Things really couldn't get any better than this. She was absolutely gorgeous. He ran his fingers through her hair then cupped her face in his palm. She deserved to be treated with utmost love and respect, until situations like now, when she needed to be fucked like an animal.
Would she like it if he were rough with her?
"Tell me," he said, stringing his fingers through blue locks again, but this time grabbing a handful and pulling her head back. She winced, but she moaned, too. It was a sweet sound and he wanted to hear it again. He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear. "Does he touch ya like I do?"
Not even close! Gajeel was so attentive to her, whereas Jet only cared about himself. She had a feeling that she was going to get off this time around. She shook her head, wanting him to be rougher.
He kept his grip on her hair while he crawled back on the bed, and when he was steady, he wrapped an arm around her lower back and assaulted her neck again. God, he knew it would be good, but he didn't know it'd be this good. He nipped at her collar, wanting to hear it from her verbally.
"Answer me, Lev. Use yer words," he led his lips up her chin and landed on hers soft. "Does he make ya feel like I do? Does he satisfy ya?"
"No…" her voice was nothing but a whisper. "He doesn't even get me off!"
Gajeel paused, she'd never gotten off with him? That inconsiderate…! He looked at her with wondering eyes while she panted in anticipation. "Ever?"
She shook her head and put a hand on the back of his neck, bringing him in for more of his delectable kisses. "Never."
He didn't know whether to feel disappointed that she'd never gotten off through sex, or excited that he'd be the first one to get her there! He laid her back down and pressed himself against her just so he could feel her skin on his, shuddering in delight. "Then yer in fer a treat, sexy."
He trailed his fingers down her body, stopping at her sensitive bits before continuing down until they ghosted along the edge of her panties. Should he rip them off, or should he behave himself? He slid them inside, settling for being good for the time being, and being met with a slick, warm cavern just waiting for him. She was this ready for him. For him. He slid a finger up and down her clit, a sharp moan coming from his beauty.
Levy covered her mouth, having let out a noise she didn't think she'd ever emitted before. All of this was new. It was foreign. It felt so amazing, it overwhelmed her senses. She arched into him and moaned his name while his digits circled her, slowly headed toward her core.
He kissed her, pushing a few fingers inside of her while using his thumb to continue circling her pearl. And when her body curved upward into his, he knew he was doing something right. He pushed and she responded, over and over again until she was a spasming, whimpering mess.
The burst of delight that tore through her left her a heavy breathing pile of herself, ten times more intense than when she did it on her own! She watched him retract his fingers then bring them up to his mouth, sucking as if it was the best thing he ever tasted. She blushed, unable to look away from the scene in front of her.
"Mmm, delicious." He leaned down and kissed her tummy, his hands pulling her panties down her legs until she was completely nude before him. 'Goddamn.' He'd never known utter perfection until he got a good look at her as he was doing now.
"G-Gaj…" She was feeling vulnerable. Exposed. She squirmed under him until a large hand rested on her stomach to still her.
"Levy," he said her name in that deep sultry voice she liked as he stood at the edge of the bed again. "Tell me how ya want me."
He slid his boxers off and she turned bright red! She'd seen it before, but not when it was for her to act on! He was so hard, she could swear she saw it throbbing. Oh, she couldn't wait to feel him. She wanted him to pound into her over and over again. He even gave her the option to choose how she wanted it!
He stroked himself slowly while she gave great thought about how she wanted him. Clearly, she'd put some time into thinking about this at least once. She eyed him and he eyed her, so much sexual tension in one room, you could cut it with a knife.
She really wanted to feel his weight on her, to feel his skin, but she also really wanted to ride him, since she'd never ridden before. She watched him touch himself, he was so big, so sturdy. She made her choice easily. "I want to get on top."
Damn, brave choice. He grinned at her, going back down for more kisses. He wasn't expecting her to choose that at all! Could she handle it? He pressed against her and she opened her legs for him, letting him nestle comfortably in between them. God, it was so warm down there! His shaft pressed against her slit and he could feel how moist she still was. He was going to lose control, surely.
Before she knew it, he rolled deftly so that she was on top of him, his hands securely on her hips. Whoa, what a view! This gorgeous man beneath her, long dark hair, olive skin, strong muscles practically everywhere… this was heaven, for sure. She felt him against her, concerned if she should have chosen to get on top or not.
"Ya nervous, Shorty?" He smirked up at her under lidded eyes. "Ya should be. I'm gonna fuck the shit outta ya."
He hoped his drunken words didn't alarm her. Judging by the way she was grinding her hips, she didn't seem alarmed at all. His hands slid around to her plump ass, which he hadn't felt until now. Good lord, she had a lot of it, too. He squeezed, humming in sheer pleasure.
He needed to be inside of her right now.
Well? What was he waiting for?! She needed to feel him!
He lifted her hips and lined himself up with her entrance, making sure to keep eye contact with her as he slid her down onto him. He bit his lip, oh, she was so tight, so wet, so vocal. She mewled and whimpered, scratching at his chest. Just wait until he really got in there.
She'd never felt so full in her life! This was what was missing, and she never would have known! She sat on top, and with him all the way inside, she could feel him pulsing, ready to explode at any given moment. How erotic. Her upper body fell forward onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. She lifted her head to look at him and was met with a tender kiss. "Gaj~"
"Ya ready, Lev? I can't hold myself back any longer," he said, his hands in a strong grip on the fleshy part of her hips. He kissed the spot right under her ear. "I'm not gonna show ya any mercy. Yer gonna scream my name at the top of yer lungs. Yer gonna beg me not ta stop."
She clenched around him, causing him to groan lightly and grip her tighter. She was more than ready! She was excited to experience sex the right way, not the vanilla way! She nodded, her turn to kiss his neck and shoulder. "Do it!"
With zero hesitation, he lifted her almost all the way up and slammed her back down, earning him a pretty loud scream, just like he anticipated. She had a lovely voice and his job was to make her use it all night. He drove upward into her with no remorse, groaning her name repeatedly.
Strong arms held her while she bounced, matching the rhythm of his hips to create beautiful synchrony. Eventually, he switched up his pace from fast and hard to slow and hard, lifting her slowly and bringing her down with a slam each time. His thickness spread her so deliciously, pierced into her so unabatingly, everything around her was spinning and all she saw was the man beneath her.
"Mine," he chanted in her ear with each plunge into her. He was a possessive man, and this woman here? She was his now. 'Mine!' It turned out, being a little selfish was a good thing because if he weren't, he never would have gotten this far with her. He stirred, pushing all the way so he would touch all of her, when she made the 'I'm going to cum' moan again and he accepted that challenge. He was going to get her off as many times as he could tonight.
She felt that buildup again! She wanted this, so bad! Was this what it was supposed to feel like to cum from sex? Why had she been depriving herself? She grabbed his face and kissed him, their tongues battling for dominance while he speared into her. She was so close!
He slapped her ass a few times, just knowing that jiggle was insane. She cried out in response, telling him to do it more. Of course, he complied, giving her exactly what she wanted. He was close, too, but this was not going to be the last time tonight. But before did, he needed to run something by her. "Lev…"
She buried her face into his neck while he stirred her insides, teasing her a bit before she came. Why was he such a tease? "M-More, please!"
Ah, she really had him wrapped around her finger. He plunged, hard, giving her what she wanted but also close to his apex. He wanted to cum together. He slowed down, only to hear her begging cries. "Levy… look at me."
She lifted her head and he held her face this time, the alcohol had taken over both of them by now, and she'd done something she honestly didn't feel too bad about. So what if it made her a bad person? She wasn't bad in Gajeel's eyes, and that's all that mattered.
Once he was sure he had her attention, he came to a complete stop, running his hands through her hair again. He let her move her hips slightly to alleviate both of their desires until he started back up again. He cupped her cheek, staring up at her lovingly. "Let's make a baby."
Her mouth fell open, not expecting those words to be the next thing he said. She put a hand on top of his. It was a brilliant idea, but she… "Gaj… you know it's really difficult, or else I would."
"Let me try. Let me try ta do what he couldn't." He was begging again. He had the alcohol to thank for that because he would never have said this in a million years if he were sober! But she wasn't put off by it, so he may have had a chance if he did!
She supposed it wouldn't hurt to try. It wasn't like it would work, anyway. She nodded, again, a decision she didn't need a second thought on. She wasn't sure if it was the liquor, but this felt really right. He was the one. "Okay, let's try."
He nearly came right then when she said that. She was the most amazing woman in the world. His woman. The fact that she agreed to something like that so easily spoke volumes about how she felt about him! He pushed into her, holding her tight. He was so needy, so desperate for her. "Levy~"
"Oh, Gajeel!" That buildup came back just as quickly, and he thrust repeatedly into her as he whispered things into her ear. Lovely things. Caring things. Sinful things. She lifted herself off of his chest and threw her head back, his name at the top of her lungs as she shook. "Yes! Oh, yes!"
He followed her up, now in a sitting position while still bringing her down onto him. Her nails dug into his chest and he took the opportunity to grab her face and steal her breath while he made sure to completely douse her walls with his essence.
He'd wanted to do that for so long.
And he wasn't anywhere near done with her.
She threw her arms around him, coming down from her intense high and loving the way he emptied himself in her. There was something hot about knowing it was him she was filled with. She wanted more. She kissed his neck and rubbed his back, relishing in the euphoria for a bit. She really loved this man.
"Levy," he massaged her scalp gently with one hand while the other still had her held down on him. "I appreciate ya so much fer givin' me a chance ta love ya, an' a chance ta father yer kids. Yer the one fer me."
"I love you too, Gajeel," she said, kissing his nose. "I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it."
"Good, 'cus I ain't finished with ya yet!" He was still fully erect inside of her, even after such a hefty load. But he assumed this was from the years of buildup between them. He got up on his knees and had her back to the mattress and her legs around his waist, pulling him in further and further into her core.
"Yes," she whispered, completely enraptured by the cocoon he'd seemed to have formed around them. His hair, it was thick and dark and it surrounded them, creating their own universe. It really added to the experience. She clenched her legs, inviting him closer to her.
"Levy," he gave a long and tender thrust, wanting her to feel all of him as best she could. He sang her name in the way he knew she liked it and watched as moisture gathered in the corners of her eyes. His lips met the moisture while he kept up his slow and sweet movements. She cried out softly, he was now making love to her and it was overwhelming both of their senses.
"Gajeel," she held onto him as he rocked back and forth. She felt his girth, she felt his length, she felt it all. His forearms were keeping him propped up over her again, so she could hold his face and stare into his all-consuming gaze. She gave him a light kiss and he returned it with a slightly more aggressive one. "I love you so much."
"Ah, fuck," He hissed and jerked his hips, his head falling into the crook of her neck as he unexpectedly came. He shivered, pouring into her more. It was what she said. He wasn't expecting it! And she said it with so much conviction and love in her voice, it made him explode a lot sooner than he wanted. "Sorry, Lev."
"It's okay," she giggled lightly, smoothing his hair back. She knew it was her fault, but she meant it. And she got to feel him throbbing within her again, filling her even more.
"I love ya too, Shorty," he gave her tiny pushes, working himself down. He was annoyed that he just came so quickly, especially without getting her off again! He had at least one more left in him, and this one, he was going to do it right. He lifted his head and played in her hair. "Let's go one more."
She nodded, not needing convincing to get more of him. He sat up, prompting her to hold on tight, and he stood, walking to his bathroom. So he wanted to do her in the shower? That would help with cleanup, so it made sense. He stepped into the shower and turned the knob, avoiding the water until it got warm. And he did that all without leaving her center. Impressive.
He didn't want to be apart from her for one second. Nor did he want to lose all that hard work he just put into trying to knock her up. He still wanted to give her just a little more before they finished for the night. Who knew? Maybe third time was the charm.
The next morning
Levy woke up the next morning with the worst migraine ever! She opened her eyes, shielding them from the light that was pouring into… wait. She wasn't in her room. This wasn't her bed. Did she go over Gajeel's last night? She sat up, looking around, he must have slept on the couch last night.
She swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood, her legs were weak! How much did she drink? She remembered Jet saying something mean to her, then she remembered bringing a bottle over to Gajeel's place, but after that, it got fuzzy. She looked over at his nightstand and saw the empty bottle of Jameson and dragged a hand down her face.
She definitely blacked out last night.
She just hoped she didn't make Gajeel uncomfortable or anything.
She hurried to the bathroom to do her business; she could have sworn she wore underwear! But maybe not. Sometimes she didn't. It all depended on her mood. But… something felt off and she couldn't put her finger on it. Once she finished washing her face and brushing her teeth – yes, she kept a toothbrush over there – she ventured down the hall and saw him digging things out of the fridge to cook.
"Good morning," she said groggily, sitting at the island and resting her head on the counter.
"Yer awake!" He went around to give her a well-needed hug. She was his! Now, all she had to do was leave that asshole!
Levy sat up and leaned into his hug, there was something different this time, and she… was afraid of it. Not because she didn't want it, but because she shouldn't feel this good hugging her best friend! It was different than the hugs he usually gave, and he even topped it off with a kiss to her collarbone. 'What the hell?!'
"Um… Gajeel?" She looked up at him, seriously confused. Why did he do that when he knew she was with Jet? But more importantly, why did it feel so good? It made her tingle in places he's never been! What the hell?
"What?" He looked at her questioningly. "Don't tell me…'
"You can't…" her voice was tiny, unsure of her own words. For some reason, she didn't want to reject him. Why was he making a move in the first place?
'Fuck!' Why was this happening?! He walked around to the other side of the island. He couldn't be near her without wanting to show his affection! He put both palms on the counter, sighing heavily. "Levy. About last night…"
She perked up, ready to apologize for uprooting him in his own home. "I'm sorry! I must have come over drunk and blacked out! I didn't mean to kick you out of your bed! I really don't remember anything! Please don't hate me!"
Hate her? He could never. But he could be hurt by her, that's for sure. She didn't remember anything? His heart felt like it'd been shattered! Those sweet words she spoke to him, the way she held him, the way she took all of him?! Surely even after their steamy shower, she still had some of him in there! And she didn't remember?!
He held her all night, and when they went to sleep, she said even more loving things to him while laying on his chest. Were those empty promises she made? Did her words have any meaning to them?
Of course, they did, they came from Levy. She never said anything she didn't mean, especially when she was drunk! It was just getting her to remember that was the hard part.
"Gaj…?" He looked so depressed, but why? "Did… I say or do anything weird to you last night?"
He winced internally. She did a whole lot more than that. But the thing about this was, he couldn't tell her. This was something she needed to remember on her own because if he brought it to her attention, it would cause her so much stress and strain on her life and that was the last thing he wanted. She was already going through so much.
But fuck! So was he!
He suddenly lost his appetite. He picked up his phone, pretending to read a text. "I… gotta head ta the shop early."
"Oh, okay, well I'll head out then," Levy stood, pushing her chair in and heading to the door. "I guess I'll see you later today?"
"Uh, it's probably gonna be a late day fer me," he said, turning his back and running a hand through his hair. He didn't want her to see the plethora of emotions on his face. Seriously, he was near tears.
Why was he acting so weird? What did she say to him that she couldn't remember? This was going to drive her crazy! And it was sounding like he didn't want her to come back this evening, either! 'What. The. Hell?!'
"Okay," she said, opening the door to leave. "Thanks for having me over. Um... message me if you want me to stop by later…"
"Yeah…" he kept his back to her as the door shut and locked behind her. He was sad, hurt, pissed, confused… All he knew was he needed to punch something. If he was lucky, maybe Jet would show up and he could punch him.
It turned out, being a little selfish was a bad thing because if he weren't, he definitely wouldn't be feeling like shit right now.
