“No.”
“You’re such an idiot!” I almost sounded like a petulant child. Even I got scared; I sounded like Jessi.
Donovan smiled and rested his head in the crook of my neck. “Your hot-headed side is talking, you’ll later acknowledge the god that I am.”
“No, tomorrow I’ll still say you’re an idiot. How the hell can you have so much self-control?”
He immediately got up.
“Do you think I have self-control? I’m praying for you to let me go and run to the car, and I’m not going to drive it if you know what I mean.”
I wrinkled my nose, understanding perfectly what he meant. “Damn.”
He stuck out his tongue to tease me and pinched my waist. “You started it.”
“Fine, we won’t do anything, but you’re not leaving.”
“And what am I supposed to do with the Donovanconda? By the way, very flattering name, thanks,” He winked at me and I groaned at the damn frustration I would have for the rest of the night. There was no point, he was not going to give in.
I pushed him away, almost angry, and scanned the room for my blouse. Before I could pick it up, Donovan already had it in his hands. He wanted to enjoy the damn view while I was practically agonizing.
“I’ve never seen you like this,” he claimed, referring to my horny side.
“Well, we always end up kissing and then we fight, so you don’t give me time to say what I think about this,” Forgetting the blouse Donovan had in his hands, I approached my dresser and opened the drawer to get another one. He let out a whimper. “Also, I don’t know, I was never like this before, I had never felt like this. It would have been helpful, but it never happened.”
“Turned on?”
“That. Everything was always for Shawn’s pleasure, he never took care of me and even if he had, it didn’t provoke anything in me.”
“It won’t be like that with me.”
“Believe me, I already know that, now I’m drooling just at the sight,” I teased, referring to his damn sexy abdomen. God, I was going to go crazy.
He smiled and I smiled back. I couldn’t be angry. Not after the crazy night. We fought, we yelled like madmen and always came to the same conclusion, one of us ended up on top of the other.
Remembering the words that ended my control over Donovan, doubt set in.
“Donovan,” I took a few steps to get closer, “did you mean what you said?”
“I said so many things.”
“Be serious, jerk.”
“Refresh my memory.”
He wanted me to ask properly and I didn’t need to. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone which already had a scratch on the screen from so many blows today. “You know? I changed my mind, I’ll call the police.”
He let out a laugh and placed his arms around my waist and stomach. His chest was against my back and his lips were molded very close to my ear.
“I can assure you one thing,” he whispered, sending shivers down my skin, “my mother and you are now the most important people in my life.”
A couple of tears fell and I let out a sob. No one had ever told me that I was important in their life, it touched me, damn, I was being too sensitive and I didn’t mind with Donovan.
The beautiful boy who was hugging me, made me turn to look at him and wiped any trace of tears from my face. “You were not supposed to appear in all this.”
“Well, at least, we are not alone now,” I rested my head on his chest convinced of what I was saying.
“You’re different,” he said stroking my hair. “Do you remember the first time we ran into each other?”
“Yes, yes, you almost spat on me.”
“I had to keep up my role of rebel without a cause.”
“Tell me about it, I almost bit you.”
“You’re worse than me.”
“Yes, but mine’s not a role, I really wanted to bite you,” I declared remembering the contempt he had looked at me with.
“You were the only one who really knew me, feel flattered that I’m not being an asshole to you anymore.”
I pushed him and mimicked what he said with my mouth. The egotist was starting to emerge.
“Oh, thank you Donovan for showing me how sensitive you are,” I sang in a sweeter tone than usual, on purpose.
I turned off the room light and took Donovan’s hand to guide him to bed. If we weren’t going to have sex, at least, he should sleep with me.
“Well, not that sensitive either,” he objected taking off his shoes and getting into bed beside me. It wasn’t the first time we slept together. The day his mother had a crisis we did it, I remember how nervous we were and also our almost first kiss. Then, other times, I slept in his bed too, but we never hugged like that day again.
Doubtful, he put his hand on my waist and so that he wouldn’t be so nervous, I had to tease him a little more. “Don’t cry, calm down.”
“Don’t push it,” he warned.
Remembering the night he sang those songs and I started to congratulate myself alone for doing so.
“Do you want to profess your eternal love and listen to sad One Direction songs?”
He openly smiled and ran a hand through his face, lying down on his back. “I knew that sooner or later you were going to use that against me.”
“Well, let’s listen to Amnesia by 5 Seconds Of Summer,” I suggested laughing and daring to lay my head on his shoulder. Donovan held me and pulled me closer to him. This place felt right.
“You’re a bitch,” he whispered on top of my head and I pinched his stomach.
“Bitchiest.”