Chapter 2
I reached my hand out beside me feeling for what I prayed was a dream. There was nothing there and I breathed a sigh of relief. But what was this feeling stirring inside me, making me wish is wasn’t a dream?
As soon as I sat up the bathroom door opened and Nick walked out fully dressed. I frowned at him for two reasons. He was dressed and it wasn’t a dream. But I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face because it wasn’t a dream.
"Morning I ordered breakfast." He said smiling at me.
I blinked a few times. What the hell? He ordered breakfast? He stayed? I shook my head trying to rid my mind of all the questions running through a mile a minute.
"As much as I am enjoying the view you might want to put a shirt on." He said smirking.
I looked down and quickly grabbed the sheet covering myself. I looked back at him blushing slightly, he was laughing. I rolled my eyes and looked around the room while he stood there staring and laughing at me. Nick got on the end of the bed and crawled on top of me. He smiled at me and kissed me.
"Hi." He whispered.
I smiled and whispered in reply, "Hi." I leaned in and kissed him. "You know I love that. I don’t know why but I always have. That is the absolute sexiest thing for me. That’s just my thing. I’ve always found it romantic and sexy and just nice."
"What?"
"The ‘hi’ thing."
Nick smiled and started to lean in for another kiss when someone knocked on the door.
The rest of the day consisted of about the same things that happened last night. Then he said he had to go. It was pathetic. I didn’t want him to go. I was pathetic. I was obsessed.
"You don’t understand Harley it was so different. God I have no clue what came over me. I know I’m never going to see him again. But I can’t help these feelings."
"Kylie, he spent the whole day with you. You know you’ll see him again."
"I was just a fling."
"Change that."
"I don’t think I can."
"You know if you really want something you go for it."
"I know." I replied quietly.
"I don’t think I have ever seen you like this."
"Like what?"
"Obsessed with a fling?"
"I can’t help the way I feel."
"See." Harley said then she got up and walked out of the room.
See? See what? That just added to my confusion. I wanted to be with him so bad I was beginning to hurt and he had only left a few hours before.
The next night Harley and I went out to a different club and Nick was there. He was with a few girls and the first stab of jealously hit me… hard.
I tried to dance with other guys to get my mind off the fact that Nick was in the same club as me and he hadn’t even noticed me. But I couldn’t help but watch Nick with the other girls. I was being stupid. I was attached already; I knew this was going to be bad. I decided after I saw him kiss one of the girls I was going to leave I couldn’t handle watching it anymore.
I hate being jealous. It takes over everything in your mind. And you can’t help but think of all the bad things you would love to do to that person that was occupying the time of the person you wanted to be with. It was crazy and confusing. Being jealous never made things right and it never made things easy. Jealously always made things worse.
I slowly made my way to the hotel. I was pathetic. Plain and simple there was no way around it. I was feeling things for Nick that I knew I shouldn’t be feeling. And the worst was that I was jealous.
I got in my hotel room flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. My mind raced with so many thoughts it was giving me a headache. God, this is why I stopped caring about boys. They gave you headaches and confused the utter hell out of you. What went wrong though? I didn’t care about Nick. I got up and changed my clothes then got ready to go to bed.
By the time I was ready for bed it was rounding three in the morning. I knew Harley probably went to the other room. Of course she did; she didn’t have feelings for someone she just met and she wasn’t jealous. I was so frustrated I wanted to scream. I was so frustrated I wanted to do anything I really wanted to break something at this point.
I got settled in the big bed and turned on the TV. As I was flipping through the channels someone knocked on the door. I stared at the door for a good five minutes before I decided to get up. I figured it was Harley she probably needed a condom. Or maybe it was… I slapped my forehead totally trying to forget the thought that was going through my head. I opened the door and saw the open person I was hoping to see… Nick.
"Hey Kylie what’s up?" He asked smiling at me.
"Nothing."
"Why aren’t you out tonight?"
I shrugged and said, "Why aren’t you?"
"I was but it got boring."
"Why are you here?" I asked trying to sound annoyed but it didn’t come out like that.
He didn’t say anything he just leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back against the will of my brain that was screaming at me to stop. Because it would only intensify my feelings and confusion for him, but how in the hell was I supposed to pull away from him? And his lips nonetheless?
He kicked the door closed behind him and started to lead me to the bed. Did he know what he was doing? Did he know I would be dreaming about this and of him later? I knew I should have stopped him but his hand started to move up my leg and up my shorts and all rational thoughts went out the window.
"Nick." I moaned as he kissed my neck.
Nick looked at me and said, "I don’t usually do this twice with the same person, but there was just something about you."
I smiled at him. My brain once again was telling me stop and telling me that he was just feeding me bullshit to get me to sleep with him again. I didn’t care though I was eating it up.
He leaned down and kissed me. "You’re special." He said against my lips