Blair’s pov
The room’s lightening temperature was darkened to a shade which I liked, and I let out a long exhale as I turned around on my side, staring at the movie playing out on the television as my mind wandered.
It’s been over three weeks since I began to live with James. It’s been over three months since I heard the news, and since then, I have been living with James, here in his house.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to leave, because I had, but James wasn’t having it on those intervals, and I really couldn’t deny that i had felt extremely floored on those intervals, because even though I had hoped that someone would one day care for me like that, I hadn’t imagined that it would happen like this, or that it would happen in someone like James.
James had outrightly informed me that he isn’t able to let me go when I had attempted to leave the third day.
“I can’t let you go. You know I can’t.” His voice was low as he spoke and I swallowed emptily as goosebumps gathered on my skin.
“Why?” I found myself asking. James let out a long sigh, and then he glanced away from me for a second.
“I don’t know. But I just can’t let you go.”
Of course, that had made my stomach flutter so damn much.
I let out a long sigh as I picked up a throw pilloew beside me to cuddle it against my chest.
I couldn’t deny that there’s definitely something going on between James and I, even if I wanted to. Something is definitely growing beyeeen us, and from all his actions, I knew he was feeling the exact thing that i usually feel each time I think about it, or most of them, at least.
I wasn’t sure of what to do with this feeling.
A part of me is very certain what’s currently growing between us would end up leading to nowhere, because of who he was, and who I am.
It seems pretty dumb that I had gone ahead and developed feelings for him, but I knew there wasn’t really much that I could do about it at this point.
If I had been unsure of how I had been feeling for him all these while, then the morning where he got a text, which made him grow as cold as ice, and made him become detached from me for days– that feeling had left me so confused and angry, but where I got confirmation that I had indeed grown feelings for him, was right there in his basement where the pain had been starkly obvious in his eyes as he punched the punching bag vigorously.
The urge to make things better for me had engulfed me instantly, and even though I had been angry at him for leaving me without an explanation, that was shoved to the side, and what also prompted me into stopping the punching bag’s movement before stepping in front of him. When he enveloped me in a hug, it felt like that was all the confirmation I needed to be sure that I very much cared about him. He had held onto me right, like I had done throughout those times where he spent awake comforting me.
And when we fell asleep together in my bed that night, in my heart, I knew that I had fallen for him, and that he was also going to be the death of me because there was no way I wouldn’t end up getting hurt in all of this.
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I was in the kitchen, humming a rnb song to myself and putting the food which I had left out to defrost, right in the microwave, when James had waltzed into the kitchen. Moments later, his strong arm was curling around my waist while a rock hard chest pressed into my back, and instantly, butterflies began to flap around in my stomach.
He buried his face in my throat and sniffed and the shiver that ran down my spine was so unexpected, I tried to cover it with a giggle, but I had a feeling he felt it because he tugged me even closer to him.
“Stop being a weirdo.” I ended up mumbling.
“This isn’t me being a weirdo so far it concerns you.” He responded, nosing down the curve of my throat and I felt my breath hitch, right before I tried to wiggle out of his grip.
“Go take a shower, you stink.” I muttered, wiggling away from him and turning around to slant him a look. His suit jacket was already discarded, along with his tie. He looked extremely hot right now and his shoulders stretched out his shirt so much, looking at it right now made me a little dizzy.
“No, I don’t.” He argued and I jutted out my chin, because he was right. He smelled like heaven.
“Whatever.” I mumbled, nodding my head towards the entrance of the kitchen.
“You should still go take a shower though, so we can have dinner together.”
He either chose to ignore me, or chose to act like he didn’t hear me, because he closed the distance between us and tugged me into his arms, making me heart flutter. His large hand splayed across my back as he buried his face in my neck once again, while mumbling.
“I miss you.”
I bit my lips, wishing I could control the pounding of my rest and the flutters in my stomach as I made to respond.
“We saw each other this morning.” I pointed out in a flat voice.
James only grunted, pulling me even closer. “I don’t care.”
When he finally pulled away and caressed my cheeks a little before heading out of the kitchen, I stopped him at the last moment.
“I missed you too.”
His flashed me a warm smile before he left the kitchen remained embedded in my mind as I continued to get everything for dinner together. As I worked, I wondered why he was yet to ask me more details of my identity. I knew he’d have definitely looked me up, someone like him definitely does that everytime.
But one thing he doesn’t know is that he wouldn’t really be able to find anything unless I tell him myself.