“Are you serious?” I say in a kind of involuntary moan and shout.
Nick looks at me and arches one of his eyebrows.
“Relax,” he smiles and draws an imaginary line from just below my breasts to my navel, running the tip of his nose along it, “let it go to voicemail.”
I lie down, feeling his caresses, considering not answering the phone. But I remembered that I left Eva alone at the party last night, without telling her I was leaving, and she must be worried.
It took a ton of willpower to separate myself from Nick. I put on only the shirt I had before and everything that went underneath was strewn somewhere in the room, I’m not exactly sure where.
The cell phone stopped ringing for about four seconds, only to start up again. I picked it up from my bag and saw Nick, he sighed dramatically and buried his face in the pillow. I couldn’t help but laugh and without checking who was calling, I answered.
“I’m sorry.”
My lungs turned to stone. Hearing Aaron’s voice, after everything he told me yesterday – which was very true – leaves me breathless. Guilt begins to surge within me.
“You don’t have to… apologize.”
Hearing me nervous and stuttering, Nick lifts his face from the pillow and looks at me with concern on his face.
He gets up and comes over to me.
“Doesn’t he understand we’re together?” He snatched the cell phone from my hand and gently threw it onto the bed, to my surprise.
“Hey Nick… calm down,” I try to make my voice as cordial and patient as possible.
“I’m upset, Samantha, I’m jealous, okay? I love you and I know he also liked you at some point and God! I’m so pissed off!” He roared, then his eyes shot daggers at the wall. I knew he was trying to calm himself.
“I feel like…”
“Don’t feel it, don’t apologize, it’s not your fault, Samantha. Never apologize for how I feel, because it’s not your fault, you did nothing wrong…”
The cell phone rang again. Nick and I looked at each other at the same time, almost competitively. I dove onto the cell phone before Nick could grab it. His anger increased significantly.
“I’m not up for this shit, I’m leaving.”
He moved to find his clothes and stuff.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m leaving, I’m not good company right now, I need to think. If you want to answer that jerk, do what you have to do, I don’t care.”
I laughed, but there wasn’t a hint of humor in my laughter. I slowly approached him with the intention of hugging him tightly and letting him know he didn’t need to be jealous. I wanted him. Only him.
He looked at me suspiciously, but I kept moving forward.
“I have a problem, Nick,” I placed my hand on his nape and forced him to look at me, I can see how his anger was gradually subsiding. “The only jerk I want to be with is right in front of me.”
He sadly lifted the corner of his lip. I touched it and then kissed it.
I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed, he followed me without a word, he was still tense.
He sat down and I sat on his lap. I positioned my head in the crook of his neck and he hugged me protectively around the waist.
After a while together, just sharing our warmth, he decided to break the silence.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. I pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, his gaze radiated affection and love.
He tucked a stray lock behind my ear.
“I’m not used to jealousy, Sam. I don’t know how to control it and when things like this happen everyone is my enemy, even you.”
“I know, but you can’t just leave when things get complicated or difficult. You have to try to change that temper of yours and talk to me to resolve things.”
He nodded and kissed my cheek. Then my earlobe. My body heated up again, I extended my neck to give him better access.
He sucked and sucked too hard on my neck. I closed my eyes to enjoy his kisses more but he pulled away from me.
When I opened them, his smug smile surprised me.
I looked at him, confused.
“My masterpiece, it will remain imprinted on your skin for at least a week.”
I kept looking at him, not understanding, until I realized. I touched my neck and the part where he had put the most effort felt slightly warm.
My eyes widened and I ran to find the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror and there was a large, very visible purple mark… the bastard had given me a hickey!
I could see from the mirror reflection that he was laughing, leaning against the doorframe.
“It’s not funny, I have classes tomorrow and I have no idea how I’m going to hide this,” I spat, glaring at him.
He approached me, took hold of the sides of the shirt, and pulled me towards him.
“That mark you have there, everyone should see it. I don’t know if it’s forever, but right now, our hearts belong to each other, I belong to you and that mark carries our name…” My face heated up at the depth of his gaze into mine, each word moved me and touched my heart. “And it’s also for Aaron to see.”
I screwed up.
“How romantic, especially the last part.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m a Don Juan.”
“That was sarcasm, idiot.”
“Can you stop arguing with me?”
I shook my head and he chuckled softly.
I couldn’t help but smile. I was so happy, I dare say I’ve never been so happy in my life.