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CHAPTER 8

Time seems to have stopped still after I pronounced those words. He hasn't said a thing nor have I; what would I say anyway? I've screwed this up already, and fixing situations is certainly not my thing. A chuckle exiting his mouth draws me out of my thoughts and I have to open my eyes to make sure I'm hearing well. Why the hell is he laughing? This isn't funny!

"Is this another one of your jokes?" he says looking straight into my eyes; I try to seem serene but I cannot hide my surprise. Of All the reactions I was expecting from him, this one did not cross my mind. "are you playing that truth or dare game again?" he says raising an eyebrow and closing distances between us. "I bet all your bitchy friends are out there giggling and waiting for me to act like a fool, but you know what?…" he murmurs as he closes on me even more. I squeeze my back against the wall, scared of what he may do. Maybe if I keep trying I'll get some kind of superpower that will allow me to trespass the door and run away from this! What? Weirder things have happened in this world! However, when he places both his hands on the wall, leaving me in between, I realise there's nothing I can do, I'm trapped and left to his mercy. "…I'm not willing to be the butt of the joke this time" he continues, talking dangerously near my face. I nervously look away from him and direct my eyes to his hands, seeking an escape, but at the same time my body doesn't want to move. "Tell me the truth, is this a joke?" he says with a bit of a challenging tone in his voice. I raise my eyes and meet his intense stare.

"I-…" what the hell! I don't want to give him the reason! But what could I possible say to justify my confession? I suddenly become a nervous wreck when words won't come out of my mouth. When did I lose my ability to tease him? I should be the one making him nervous, not the other way around.

"don't wanna say anything? I'm warning you…I'm not gonna stop unless you tell me the truth…" his whispering voice seeps into my head, pushing all my sanity away. I know I shouldn't, that it'd be like feeding the beast with my own hands, but I'm dying to know what is that 'he is not gonna stop'. From the corner of my eyes I notice how his right hand slowly slides down the wall; I don't know what his intentions are but god! Do something already, whatever you want! But break this silence, I beg you. I timidly look back at him and that's when, in a quick motion, his arm encircles my waist and pulls me into his body as his lips catch mine. My legs lose strength right away, and I feel like I'm standing on two sticks of jelly instead. His lips forcefully part mine and I don't offer resistance when his tongue invades my mouth. Gosh, have I longed for a kiss like this one. I grab on both sides of his t-shirt for a needed support and give myself to the moment. Who cares right now if he thinks I'm lying? I can't worry about such thing when his lips are kissing me so delightfully.

After some seconds of dizziness, my lips respond to his wonderful movements but just then his mouth moves away from mine and I feel abandoned. when I'm about to open my eyes thinking he had already given up on the teasing, I feel how his wet lips travel to my neck and begin to nibble at my skin there, setting off a pleasant chill that runs down my spine and makes me shiver. My throat emits a gasp that I immediately regret; oh god, he is going to think I'm enjoying it! be cool Rachel! that cannot happen, although…who am I kidding? I AM enjoying it…if only he wasn't doing this just out of hate. An alarm sets off in my head when his hands start to slide down my back; I need to stop this sweet torture, he is just getting back at me; but how can I? when it feels so damn good. True he is a geek, but his kisses make my head spin like no one has before. But I need to stop this…even if my body is begging me otherwise. Gosh, these contradictory feelings cannot be good for my health.

I finally find the strength to put my hands on his chest and push him away.

"What do you think you're doing!" I shout as I rub the back of my hand over my lips, pretending to be offended.

"I told you I wasn't going to be the butt of the joke this time"

"and this is your solution? you don't have the right to take advantage of me like that!"

"and you do? Why do you seem so offended anyway? Just admit that was your intention" I clench my teeth in an attempt to control my anger.

"…what if I told you I wasn't lying? That I truly love you?" I say looking straight into his eyes, I don't care anymore if he knows I love him, but I don't aim to be the bitch in this story again.

"…that I wouldn't believe you, you're Rachel Green, you're not capable of loving anyone beyond your own clothes and stuff"

"you're so, so wrong" I say shaking my head unable to hide my irritation.

"Am I? then explain this to me…why are you here? teasing another guy when you already have a boyfriend? If you really loved him you wouldn't be doing this kind of things behind his back"

"that's not your business and why don't you just find yourself a girlfriend and stop bothering me!"

"don't blame this on me, you're the one who follows me around, plus you'll be surprised to know that I already have a girlfriend" my heart stops, literally.

"…you do?" I manage to say pokerfaced, but inside I'm feeling how my heart is pouring blood through the big hole that sentence had so brutally dug on it.

"yes, why? is it so difficult for you to believe that someone may like me for who I am? Not everybody is as shallow as you dear Rachel" thank you for pouring salts on the wound. I feel like saying, but I don't.

"…call me whatever you want, I'm not willing to argue with you again, I'm sick and tired of hearing the same stupid things over and over again, but just so you know, you're being unfair with me and one day you'll regret all you've said to me, good bye" I say, shooting him a last hateful look before unlocking the door and slamming it behind me. I race towards Monica's bedroom debating whether I'm more furious, disappointment or heartbroken. Safely inside the bedroom, I let tears flood my eyes. I haven't felt stupider in my life, but this won't happen again, I know I've said it before but this time is for sure; If I need to cry I'll cry, but I don't want to see him EVER again.

As well as my trembling hand allows me, I write a note to Monica and leave her house in a hurry, wanting to be far away from there, from this pain, from him.

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"We're here" I hear Chip say next to me as he stops the car. "Rachel are you okay?" his question makes me realise I've been sunk in my thoughts and looking at nowhere in particular for some seconds.

"Um, yeah…yeah, sorry I was just…worried"

"worried about what?"

"the rumor…" I admit, finally turning to look at him.

"again? would you let it go already?, that's old news, nobody will remember it"

"…I hope you're right" I say, yet I cannot help but feel a little insecure.

"I AM right, now let's go inside and party our asses off" I involuntary cringe at his language use. Thank god I'm breaking up with him after this and won't have to bear with his childish language and behaviour again. How I survived this long? I don't know.

As expected I lose sight of Chip as soon as we enter Stephanie's house, but I don't really care; to be honest, the further he is the better. When I step into the backyard and see the bunch of well dressed people chatting, dancing and drinking, a flashback of another party bugs my mind and I feel how a knot starts to form in my throat.

"Rachel! Hi honey! Oh my god, you look fantastic!" Stephanie greets me with a big smile, which looks authentic at first sight…maybe they do not remember.

"thank you Steph, you look gorgeous yourself, how are you?" I say imitating her cheerfulness.

"I'm great, but let's get you something to drink and then we can talk" she says grabbing my hand and pulling off me before giving me the chance to say anything. "what would you like to drink? Rum, vodka, whiskey?" she asks when we reach the drinks table.

"a soda will be fine, thanks"

"a soda? don't be sissy and drink something, it won't hurt you honey, plus we need to have fun before High school starts all over again" she tries to persuade me.

"I know but that's okay, It's just…I feel a little sick to my stomach" I lie but she doesn't seem to buy it.

"see then you must drink now, the alcohol will kill whatever bug you have in there in a second"

"okay, okay…you convinced me, pour me some…vodka"

"coming right away" while she prepares my drink and take a quick scan of the area, which is pretty packed; some faces seem completely new for me and I'm thankful for that: less people to deal with. "here you have"

"thank you" I say before taking a small gulp from my cup. I pull a face of disgust when the liquid burns its way down my gorge.

"where is Chip?" Stephanie asks out of blue.

"mmm…he is with the guys…you know, catching up" I make up.

"talking about catching up, how was your summer? Did you travel somewhere?"

"yes I did, I went to a camp in California with Monica, you know Monica? we had a truly awesome time"

"that's sounds fun"

"it was, what about you? did you go somewhere?"

"I went to Europe!"

"oh that's so cool, which city in Europe?"

"London"

"oh god, I'd love to go there"

"it was dreamy being there, I loved the city…and the British accent" she says winking her eye.

"should I take that as a hint to tell me you tasted the British flavour?"

"I may have…" she says smiling naughtily.

"you truly don't waste time, do you?" I say chuckling.

" I can't help it, they guys there are SO hot and that accent…oh my god"

"so it's needless to ask if you had fun…"

"it was really awesome, although I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to see the Eiffel tower"

"the what?" I ask, just to make sure my mind didn't make that up.

"the Eiffel tower, I would have loved to go to the top and observe the whole city from there"

"but the Eiffel Tower is…" just shut up, don't piss her off, you're at her party. "is amazing, you shouldn't have missed it"

"I know! I'll go next time for sure"

"of course" okay drink and ignore her ignorance. This conversation didn't happen.

"so Rach…would you mind if we join my friends? They've been asking me about you ever since they knew you were coming" I don't know if I should feel flattered or worried about that…

"no, of course I don't mind" I say with a nervous smile.

"okay…just let me refill your cup first"

What I expected to be an awkward party, full of stares and mean comments, turned out to be incredible good in the end. I hadn't danced, talked and laughed so much in such a long time. Thankfully nobody seemed to remember the rumor, which finally let me enjoy a party carefree of what people may be saying about me, although it's possible that the amount of vodka in my body had something to do with that too.

I hadn't drunk this much in like forever and I must say I feel a bit light-headed, but who cares! I'm having fun! I'm liked by people again and no one thinks I have a penis anymore, reason enough to celebrate!

Plus I'm already over Ross, what's more, I DON'T give a shit about him anymore…for all I care he can marry his slut girlfriend and have a gazillion kids with her!…I bet she is ugly…and fat…and pretends to like dinosaurs just to make him like her! what a whore! Ugh!

A sudden sick sensation climbs up my throat and I feel like I may empty my stomach any minute now. Excusing myself quickly, I make my way towards the bathroom, trying to keep my balance and not trip foolishly in front of everybody.

Once there, nothing comes out when I bend over the toilet, and I know why, this nausea is not triggered by alcohol, this is the anxiety that has been bothering me since the other day, the same one that hasn't let me put through any food in days. I don't understand why this hurts so much! We never were anything...then why is it affecting me so much? Why can't I just forget him, see him like Monica's brother and nothing else? I damn in my head as I sat in the toilet and bury my head in my hands, which immediately get soaked by my uncontrollable tears. I wish I could reach into my chest and rip whatever it is that is making me feel so miserable. Now I don't even have Monica to pour my heart out to. I know she is there for me, even she's been trying to get in touch with me almost everyday; but I avoided her, I wouldn't be able to pronounce a word, whenever I heard her name Ross' name automatically emerged in my mind too. She must be angry at me, but…it's just beyond me.

It takes me several minutes to compose myself, but I finally manage to block the pain and I erase him from my mind as I dry my face with my fingers. When I stand up, ready to leave the bathroom and my sadness behind, a deep head rush almost brings me to the floor. I burst out laughing at myself. Perhaps I had too much vodka. I stumble out of the bathroom and I'm disoriented for a moment. Did I come from the right or the left…?

"there is my girl, I've been looking for you" I heard Chip's voice as he appears out of nowhere. I don't have time to reply since his mouth is already on mine and his wandering hands all over my back and ass. I close my eyes and reluctantly respond to his lumbering kiss; the smell of alcohol in his breath does nothing but enhance my drunkenness. I lose control over my self and I feel how my inebriation leads my body when I began to kiss him with his same haste and desire. Surprisingly, I don't feel disgusted. Alcohol can be really powerful.

"wanna go upstairs?" he whispers in my ear, I open my eyes to see a distorted image of him pointing at the stairs. I blink once; I blink twice, but my vision is still blurred. A hand pulls of me. I don't put resistance.

The next time I open my eyes I'm at a complete loss, I look everywhere, but the place is sunk in darkness. When my eyes finally get used to the dimness I discover I'm laying on someone's bed, a heavy weight is on top of me and something is sucking on my neck with effusiveness. I must have passed out for a while because I can't seem to remember how I got there.

"great, you woke up" I hear Chip say as he sends me grin before returning to my neck and his hands begin rub my breasts roughly. I lift my head a bit and notice my dress is down to my hips and I'm half naked. It takes me a while to register what's happening, but I can't move, my head is throbbing and I'm still a bit queasy. His slimy mouth returns to my lips as he begins to move his hips into mine.

I feel disgusted, grossed out, on the verge of throwing up. This situation makes me regain my consciousness in spite of the amount of alcohol that is still poisoning my blood. I quickly move my mouth away from his and place my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but I can't, he is way stronger than me.

"stop it Chip!" I say; my voice utterly dry. However, my plead falls in deaf ears since he doesn't make the slightest effort to stop and instead his mouth goes down to my breasts while his hands try to get rid of my dress. I react on time and grip my dress tightly as I shake my body under him to try to free myself. "damn it Chip quit it! you're hurting me!" I try and try…until a strong slap on my face leaves me rather shocked and powerless.

"did this hurt more? Don't you dare to stop this again, we're gonna fuck today whether you like it or not! I've waited long enough" He threatens me before continuing with his labour. I want to yell, I want to cry, I want to pouch him and wake up from this fucking nightmare. He tries to pull off my dress again but I prevent it by pressing my body against bed. However, this doesn't make him quit and I feel how he introduces his rough hands under my dress to reach my underwear.

I close my eyes tightly as if by doing that all this would vanish, but not, it doesn't, and all I can feel is how his hands try to force my panties down my legs. I cannot let this happen, I can't let him take advantage of me. The repugnance, revulsion I'm feelings makes my fury grow until giving me enough strength to defend myself. His fingernails scratch my tights when I manage to push him away from me. He stumbles to the floor and I take advantage of the moment to stand up from the bed and try to put my dress back on, but the zip is broken. I grab it on the side as well as I can and hurry towards the door. He angrily stands up and tries to catch me but seeing he would do that I turn around and release all my fury by kicking him in his beloved little friend.

"bitch!" he weakly says, covering his crotch with his hands.

"you asked for it" I smile triumphantly as I watch him writhe in pain. "do me a favour, DO NOT call me or look for me EVER again, we're done Chip" I say before running off the room and him inside it. I leave the house before someone could see me, I walk aimlessly along the streets, with no particular direction, as many tears stain my face with my running mascara. I get nauseous just thinking about what almost took place in that bedroom, what would have happened if I hadn't managed to stop him. I bury my face in my hands, feeling disgusted and angry at myself.

Somehow I ended up in Monica's porch; going straight home with a ripped dress would have led to many undesired inquiries, so I decided against it and came here instead. I ring the bell and pray for her not to be mad at me.

"Rachel?" my heart skips a beat when I hear his voice and lift my head to find him in front of me. Why did he have to open the door! Why, why, why? Thank you my dear infamous luck! I love you!. "are you-?"

"don't say anything" I interrupt him. The least I want right now is another fight, and with us the odds of a fight are by far high. "I'm not in the mood to be insulted right now, can I see Monica?"

"She is not here…she went on a trip with my parents, didn't she tell you?" oh, so that's why she had been calling me so much the other days…great! my best friend, the only friend I can trust and the only able to make me feel well no matter what, is not home. Again… I love you luck! I feel like dropping to the floor and cry my eyes out. But I fight them back; I don't want to give him a reason to mock me.

"are you alright?" he politely says. Did he just ask me if I am alright? That's weird.

"yeah...I'm fine" I say weakly.

"do you want me to call her and give her a message?" this kindness after the big fight we had two weeks ago seems…rather suspicious. I'm not going to buy it this time.

"no, never mind…I-I gotta go" I turn around and start to walk away while I try to think of a place to go. Suddenly I feel like an abandoned kid.

"Ra-Rachel" I turn around and frown when I meet the worried expression in his face "you're bleeding…" he says pointing at my leg. I look down to find a trail of blood running down both my legs. Everything rushes back to my mind and a knot starts to form in my throat; Blocking the forming tears starts to become impossible.

"I-I…just tripped with a rock…and scratched my legs…I-I don't see very well at night" I nervously say, letting out a small chuckle to make my lie look believable.

"Did the rock rip your dress too?" he says with irony.

"it…."

"Rachel, what happened?" he asks serious, with a concerned in his voice that's totally unfamiliar for me coming from him.

"why do you ask? You don't even care" I say as shake my head and release a helpless sigh.

"because I don't believe you've come this late just to tell Monica you tripped with a rock…what happened?" he insist, yet it's hard for me to believe his concern is real. What about the things he said to me? has he suddenly changed his mind? What a hypocrite.

"nothing happened okay? just…just tell Monica I'd love to talk to her when she comes back, bye" I turn around to leave. However, his hand holds my arm and stops me from doing so. I don't turn around or say anything, just stand there trying to keep collected…but it's useless; a sob escapes my mouth as the threatening tears finally run down my cheeks. I bury my face in my hands, feeling embarrassed and stupid. There! I'm making it easy for him to make fun of me, but whatever.

Expecting an eventual mocking laugh, I give a little jump when I feel his arms wrap tightly around my body instead. Is this real? Is he hugging me? But I don't open my eyes to check if this is true, I simply cling to his embrace and cry against his chest. Whether he's teasing me again or not I don't care anymore.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he softly asks me, not breaking this comforting hug. I shake my head no. "do you wanna come inside?" After a moment of doubt, I shrug my shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes, come on in" he says grabbing my hand and guiding me into the house. This is so surreal.

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I take the glass of water he offers me and drink the liquid almost in a gulp, not because I'm thirsty but because I'm afraid of talking to him; it feels weird. Apart from arguing and calling each other names we haven't shared anything else.

"now what really happened? and save the rock story for your father" I chuckle softly and lift my gaze to meet his eyes, for the first time in months I feel comfortable with being so close to him. I take a deep breath and open up to him after a small debate within myself about whether I should or should not tell him this.

"We were at this party…and well, Chip got a little too drunk and…mainly, he wanted to do some…things and I didn't. So we got into a fight" I see how his eyes widen with every word I say.

"what kind of fight? How did you get those scratches?"

"just a fight" I nervously say, avoiding his gaze.

"Rachel, d-did he…try to rape you?" he asks cautiously. I lower my face in silence, not able to admit the truth out loud "oh my god! He did, didn't he? How dare he disrespect a woman like that! Tell me where he is! I'm gonna beat the hell out of that guy right now!" he exclaims, his eyes burning in fury. His reaction startles me greatly.

"NO!" I exclaim as I grab his wrist to make him sit again. "are you crazy?, you'd better not do anything. Chips tends to be very violent and I don't want you to take the risk of getting hurt because of me"

"hey! I'm stronger than you think; I can defend myself from that guy"

"okay, but I don't want you to, Chip has friends, and very cruel ones, if you do something to him they'll take their revenge"

"but I can't let him get away with that! Someone must let that guy know you don't treat a woman like that" I have to smile at how overly concerned he is about all this.

"it doesn't matter anymore…I broke up with him" I wait for his response. He looks surprised.

"th-that's a…smart move" we fall in silence, but awkwardness is not with us that night. "but…I think you should denounce that guy" he says calmly now. "He needs to be punished, Rachel"

"No, I want to leave things as they are, nothing actually happened…I just want to forget it"

"you sure?"

"yes"

"okay then" Silence surrounds us again. "do you…want me to drive you home?" he asks after a while. Home…the idea of going home terrifies me; if my father finds out what happened he will lock me in my room for the rest of my life.

"Thanks, but I'm gonna pass…I-I don't feel like facing my dad right now. But I'd appreciate it if you lent me your phone; I need to check if any of my friends let me stay with them tonight"

"you can stay here if you want" he suddenly says, leaving me utterly surprised.

"uh?"

"I mean, Monica is not here, you can use her bed, plus you won't need to explain what happened to anybody else…" that's a very tempting proposal. But spending the night there, alone with him? The only thought of it makes my heart race.

"…are you sure you want me here? We don't specially get along you know…"

"I think I can bear with you for a night" he says serious before chuckling. I hadn't seen him laugh like that before; I like the small dimples that appear in his cheeks when he does so. So cute.

"okay…thank you" I murmur sending him an honest smile.

"no problem…" he returns the smile. "do you want to eat something? Have a shower?..."

"a shower is a great idea, but I don't have clothes here…"

"well…you can… go to Monica's bedroom and borrow something, I'll prepare the bathroom for you meanwhile" he says as he stands up and makes his way upstairs, and I cannot help but smile like a fool. What happened to him? If later I find out he is just teasing me I'm going to kill him. I swear!

I scrub the sponge all over my skin until it turns a deep red; I keep scrubbing even when it starts to hurt. I want to get rid of every kind of Chip's substance that may be on my body.

I get out of the shower, dry myself and put on the T-shirt and sweat shorts I have chosen from Monica's closet. I dry my hair a little bit with a towel and then I sit down on the toilet to observe the long scratches more carefully. There are three of them in each of my thighs; two of them are so deep that they still keep bleeding. I look in the washstand for peroxide or something similar to treat the wound, but after some minutes I give up.

"Ross?" I say aloud, cracking the bathroom door open.

"yes?" he shows up little after.

"is there peroxide? My scratches keep bleeding"

"I think there is some…let me check" he says entering the bathroom. "here" he says taking a bottle from a cabinet. How come I didn't see it before? "Sit down" he orders me. I frown but obey nonetheless. I observe how he pours some peroxide on a piece of cotton and crouches down before me. He places one of his hands on my knee and my eyes instantly grow bigger when I realise what he is about to do.

"I-I can do that" I quickly say. If I let him touch me god knows how my body will react.

"oh. Sorry" he says, handing me the cotton and the bottle before standing up. He looks away but I can see I've embarrassed him. aw.

"shit!" I yell when the peroxide gets to my scratches and the insufferable burning sensation spread to the rest of my leg. "geez! Damn you peroxide!" His laugh distracts me from the pain. "what are you laughing at? It's not fun, it really hurts!"

"no-no…I'm not laughing at you…it's just that shirt" I look down at Monica's 'Frankie say relax' T-shirt and frown confused.

"what's fun about this shirt?"

"it's mine"

"no it's not…I took it from Monica's closet" I say blushing a little bit under his stare.

"I know, I gave it to her last year, it didn't fit me anymore…"

"oh…"

"I just…I never thought I would see you wearing one of my T-shirts" okay, now I'm blushing furiously, and that indescribable sensation returns to my stomach…no, no, no, no! I was over him already! Damn it! I try to hide my embarrassment while I treat the scratches on my other leg, but the fact that he is still there, observing me quietly doesn't help the slightest bit. Okay, I need to ask; I've been here in his house over an hour now and he hasn't insulted me, and instead he's been treating me almost like a princess. Not that I'm complaining, it's just too weird.

"Do you need Band-Aid?" his voice wakes me up from my wandering thoughts.

"no, thanks…they'll heal faster exposed" I say, throwing the cotton in the trashcan next to me and direct my gaze back to him, who has been sitting on the curb of the bathtub all the while. "Ross can I ask you something" I finally say.

"sure, what is it?"

"what are you being so nice to me?"

"what?"

"you've heard me"

"I know but I don't understand the question. Can't I be nice to you now?" I let out a big chuckle.

"well, after what happened the other day… it's seems odd that you may want to be nice to me" I observe him, something in his eyes tell me he is not the same Ross of the weeks before. I wish I could read his mind and know what the hell is happening. "please…if you're just teasing me to later make fun of me I beg you to tell me right now, because I'm not in the mood to-"

"Monica talked to me" he suddenly says. Did he just say Monica? Did he just say Monica? She did what? oh my god please no, don't let it be what I think it is.

"sh-she talked to you? a-about what?" I try to hide my nervousness, but my voice trembles anyway.

"she told me the truth" he calmly says. My heart starts beating out of control and I think I may faint. What truth did she tell him? oh god, whatever it is, I'm gonna kill Monica!

"w-what truth? I-I don't know what you're talking about"

"yes you do" he says with an smile. Oh god, he knows…Monica, wherever you are, I'm gonna kill you! oh god, what do I say now! I feel

"I-I…"

"I don't pretend to make you feel more uncomfortable" too late, my burning cheeks are proof of my profound shame. "so let's just do this: you forget the horrible things I said to you and I forget what Monica told me…deal?" he says. I hesitate for a moment. How is that even possible? he knows everything, he knows I love him. I won't be able to act normally around him anymore.

"is that even possible?"

"I don't know…but we can try…what do you say? Would you like to start from 0? As if we had just met? We just have to promise we won't mention anything of what happened before, alright?"

"Okay…so…you don't know anything, do you?" I ask shyly.

"no I don't" he says with a sweet smile. "and I have never insulted you, have I?"

"mmh I don't think so" I say faking doubt.

"good" we smile at each other. I cannot believe what has just happened, but I feel pure happiness and embarrassment at the same time.

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"so…thank you so much for letting me stay here Ross…that was really nice of you" I say when we are by Monica's bedroom door. After that conversation in the bathroom I feel more relax with him.

"you don't need to thank me" he says caressing my arm. Do that again please.

"yes I do, I think no other guy has ever listened to me and treated me so well as you have tonight…I really appreciate it"

"glad I could help…are you sure you're really fine now? Do you need anything?" he says with concern. Why? stop being so charming!

"don't worry, I'm fine. A little sleep and I'll be like new" I say smiling.
"alright, then…I'll see you in the morning" he says, placing an unexpected sweet kiss in my forehead. If only it had been a bit southwards to that…still, that little kiss feels like heaven.

"good night" I murmur with a grateful smile.

"good night Rach" he says, returning the smile and walking towards his bedroom. he called me Rach. I close the door and let my weight fall over the bed, a foolish smile still drawn in my lips. What it looked like an awful night didn't turn out to be so bad after all. I replay in my head the moments I've spent with him tonight. If only he crossed that door and stay with me the whole night…

I close my eyes and picture his perfect lips kissing my forehand.

I think I won't get much sleep tonight…

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