Chapter 5 – The Pain Really Didn't Hurt

He pressed his hand against hers, attempting to get over his new and recent insecurities. It wasn't working all too well because he was worrying that he was hurting her. He pulled his hand away from hers, the only thing keeping their hands together being the grip that she snatched up before he could completely move his hand. He bit his bottom lip, trying to ease his hand against hers.

But when she moved her hand in his again, he tensed. Her eyes angrily shot over at him, getting a little angry at his continuous fidgeting, and she released an angry breath to fight from clenching her jaw tight together. She squeezed his hand angrily before dropping it and shifting on the couch.

"What is your problem? You've been acting like this almost all day," she huffed, glaring at him from the corner of her eye. He shifted in his seat, grabbing her wrist when she moved to get off of the couch and away from him. She looked back at him, continuing to glare until she saw the hurt resting in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. It's nothing," he said, immediately dropping her wrist. "I'm sorry," he said again quickly, gesturing to her hand. She shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows. She reached her hand forward and wrapped it around his wrist, crashing her hand back into his and rubbing her palm against his palm.

"It's not nothing. It's not nothing if every time I move when you're near me you tense up. It bothers me a little to know that I make my boyfriend uncomfortable," she told him. He looked down when her fingers locked into his, and he lifted his free hand from his lap and dragged it through his hair. She put her index finger beneath his chin and guided his eyes back to hers, her eyes wide.

"You don't make me uncomfortable. What happened today in history makes me uncomfortable," he said pointedly, slightly pulling away from her hand. She dropped her hand from his chin, clashing against his thigh in exasperation. She just didn't understand what he meant by that. He hadn't quite explained what happened in history to her yet.

"Why would that make you uncomfortable, Luka? It has nothing to do with you," she replied evenly, shaking her head frantically. He leaned forward and scooted closer to the edge of the seat. He didn't like knowing that being near his girlfriend and touching her exactly the way she wanted him to, could cause for him to get into serious trouble.

"You just, you don't know everything," he sighed. He glanced up at her and found her eyes staring at him accusingly and she opened her mouth to say something. "I know that I told you I'd tell you, but it's just, weird," he interrupted her attempted speech. He sighed again and dragged his hand through his hair.

"But, would it explain why you're acting like you're going to break me?" she asked. She was onto him, he knew it, and it scared him a little bit. He couldn't even have an incomplete thought without her already having deciphered what he was doing. He paused with squinted eyes, and turned to look her.

"Yes, it would," he nodded sheepishly. Her eyes prompted him to continue, she was almost unwilling to say anything else. "Ricky and Peter were fighting because Peter got Ricky's 14 year-old sister a little, mature for her age," he said nervously, using the words that John had used to explain it to him.

"Oh my god. And that's why he got arrested?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows. He nodded and he locked his eyes with hers. She reached for his hands to entwine her fingers with his, but he retracted his hand before she could lock their fingers together.

"There's more to it than that," he shook his head, and he pushed his palms together. He entwined his fingers together, not giving her a chance to try to touch him again. "I can't tell you exactly what it is, but it has nothing to do with you," he bit his bottom lip, scared that she would get upset with him.

"Except that it has everything to do with me, Luka. You aren't going to break me," she said shaking her head, narrowing her eyes at him. "Besides, we both still have all of our clothes on," she tried to joke, but it just wasn't worth it. At the mention of clothes, he shifted in his seat.

"Don't joke about that, Sam. It's not funny. I could go to jail," he said, "I'm just lucky that I can't get arrested for my thoughts." She arched an eyebrow, and reached over. She put her hand on his forearm, and she scooted towards him again.

"You wouldn't get arrested. You'd just be deported," she shrugged jokingly. She then wondered why she couldn't just be serious about stuff like this, and in the back of her mind she knew it was because he just made her so happy that she didn't care. She leaned forward as she slid her hand in between his pressed together palms. "Look, I know the law, Luka. Let's just say, I've been in those shoes before, and I never pressed charges," she said, shaking her head.

"Your parents could press charges," he said.

"But they won't. I mean, don't think they never talked to me about it. They believe that I have to take responsibility for my own actions, regardless of what the law is," she shook her head. He wanted to flinch with her hand in his, but he couldn't. "Besides, with you," she didn't finish her statement.

"With me what?" he asked, finally relaxing a little and letting her lift his hand from his lap. She just smiled and pursed her lips. She shook her head, pressing her palm into his. She narrowed her eyes at him, and turned her body towards him too.

"Tell me something. Do you like this?" she asked, pressing her lips to his. He felt her lean into him, and he slid his free hand around her back. She pushed him backwards, until his back was hard pressed against the arm of the couch. She pulled his hand from hers, and she slid her arms around his neck.

She pulled her lips from his with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes. He nodded as she kissed him again, and she shoved her fingertips into the hair at the back of his head. Their tongues entangled differently than they ever had before. It was as though it was a fight to break down these walls that would keep them apart. He pulled back from her as their eyes locked.

"I didn't hear any objections," she said. He smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his hands and tapped his fingertips against his thigh. He slid his arm around her waist, and he pulled her close to him.

"You'll never hear any objections from me ever again. Not because of that," he joked, reaching over and grabbing her hand in his. He entwined his fingers with hers, and he bounced his shoulder into hers. "Hey, I'm sorry about today," he said gently, squeezing her fingers with his fingers. She nodded, biting her bottom lip. She leaned forward and picked up her geometry book laying open on the coffee table.

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