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Chapter XXII

Chapter 22

D e r e k

She watches as I run through the rain, quickly unlocking the front door and facing back towards her.

She doesn't want to be here. I can see that by the way her eyes dance to her car and down the dark road, but I'm not letting her leave. Not like I did at the cafe at least. No, shes going to hear me out. And shes going to wait until the storm passes. Who would know what would happen if it wasn't me or if i too was distracted.

I stand in the rain not bothered anymore at my socked clothes. If she wants to stay here fine. I guess we'll both get sick. But she has to realize I'm not going to change my mind. I'm honestly surprised she didn't decide to drive off and that action give me a little hope at her listening to me and gain that trust I've stupidly managed to lose. 

Finally she lets go of her stubbornness and walks inside, but not before giving me a look.

"I'll go get something for you to change into." 

She scoffs and shakes her head. "No need. Once the rain stops I'm out." 

"You're going to get sick. Please. Who knows when the storm will pass anyway." She finally meets my eyes and reluctantly agrees. 

Running upstairs. My thoughts begin to race like never before. I really messed up. She can't even stand being in the same space as me.  I quickly reach into my drawer only to retract my hands even faster. Nope. That's not a good idea. She's already mad don't want to upset her even more by giving her some of my clothes.

Stepping out my room I glance at my parents closed door. In and out Derek. No need to linger. Shes still waiting. Carefully opening the wooden door I rush and pull out a box from the closet and quickly set on a pair of new clothes my mother used to save from her many shopping sprees. Yep, this will do. 

She's still standing in the middle of the living room when I reach down. A finger twirling a wet strand of dark hair and her eyes glued to the window. 

"Here, I hope these fit." She carefully take a hold of the clothes, immediately noticing the color and design but does't question it and only takes in my appearance. "You're still wet." 

"I'm fine. Go change."

Her brows narrow. "You're going to get sick." Her concern warms my body and this time I don't fight the feeling. She still cares.

"i'll change when you're done. Right now I'll go make some hot chocolate." She goes to argue again but thinks better of it and heads upstairs.

I take the things out and go to prepare our drinks. Wait does she even like hot chocolate. Well to late now. Maybe I should also make coffee or tea. Give her options. I think I have cream and sugar around here. 

"Hot chocolate is fine. I don't even like coffee or tea." I look away from the cupboards and my heart starts to race again. She looks good in white. Almost like an angel. I don't get why she wears makeup? She looks beautiful with or without it. 

"You should go change now." I almost forgot about my still wet clothes as my eyes meet her tinted cheeks. "I'll take it from here."

Why are we still fighting? 

By the time I go back downstairs shes already standing by the window with a cup in hand while the other is on the table in the middle of the living room. The sound of my footsteps draws her attention causing her gaze to land on my face down to my chest. I watch as her eyes trace over my front and to the sweatpants riding low on my waist. Just like that day she was in my room.