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I rolled my eyes again, chuckling at the thought of him. I licked my lips before averting my eyes as I asked quietly, "and Gage?"
"He's not here either. He sort of moved out-"
"He moved out?" I repeated in disbelief, my eyes going wide. Dax shook his head. "No. He hasn't really moved out. He's just done what you did. He's went to go stay with someone else although he did take quite a lot of stuff with him."
I sighed, shaking my head at myself. "I always mess up. Why do I always mess up, Dax?"
He snorted, shrugging as he looked at me amusingly. "Don't ask me. But we're human. It's normal."
I sighed, rubbing my lips together as I looked around. "Okay, well. . .is he here?" Dax nodded, glancing upstairs. "I think he's still in his room. Last I saw him, he was looking for something."
I nodded, almost to myself. Exhaling slowly, I stood, turning and facing the mirror. "How do I look?"
"You look fine. Go on upstairs, Rose. I need to go meet Tori so don't kill yourself."
I chuckled before asking, "is Tori staying here?"
"No, she's got her own place now - stop avoiding the subject - go!"
He pushed me again and I sighed, my hand on the railing as I started to walk upstairs slowly. Dax gave me an encouraging smile before going over to the front door and leaving.
I could escape
I sighed again, walking upstairs as quietly as I could.
What if he doesn't want to see me?
What if we're done?
What if - no, Rose. Live in the moment, no what ifs.
Positive thinking
Positive thinking
Positive thinking
My hand touched the doorknob and biting my lip, I slowly turned it and took a step in.
I should've knocked
Oh well
My eyes gradually moved upwards, expecting to see him standing but he wasn't. There he was, under the duvet with his head on the pillow.
He was asleep. Or was he?
Biting my lip harder, I walked cautiously over to his side of the bed. I was so nervous. My body warmed up and my hands went sweaty. I wiped them on my jeans, gulping as I approached his sleeping figure.
". . .Cris?" I softly whispered, kneeling in front of him. He looked so peacefully handsome as he slept. His hair was a messy but added to his attractiveness, his lips looked so kissable and his skin looked so smooth to touch. I was tempted to reach my hand out but thought better of it.
My eyes scanned his face, my hands on the wood of the bed, balancing me. One of his closed eyes twitched a little. I squinted my eyes a little in realisation.
This guy isn't even asleep
I held back from chuckling, shaking my head slowly. I sat on my knees on the ground, gazing up at his 'sleeping' figure.
"Cristiano, I don't know whether you want to talk to me or not but I just know that you have to know this; I'm sorry," I managed to admit without stuttering in anxiety. I licked my lips, swallowing before continuing, "I am so sorry that I didn't trust you and that I made the mistake of kissing Gage."
Pulling a strand of my hair behind my ear, I continued, "you have always been there for me. In that coffee shop, you made me forget my crazy ass life. You saved me from Alejandro, you gave me a new life, you've always respected me, you've never let me down - there are so many things you've done for me and I could never express how grateful I am to have you in my life."
Tears came into my eyes but I quickly blinked them away. I did not cry. But tearfully, I went on, "I thought I wouldn't have anything to say but I do, Cristiano. You're everything to me and I haven't realised how much you mean to me. Now I do. I messed up, I always mess up and that's something that probably won't change about me but it will get better. I'm a clumsy, forgetful person and I've always been like that, but I promise to you, Cristiano, what happened last week won't ever happen again and nothing similar to that will either."
"I promise," I practically whispered, my voice a little shaky and thick with honesty. "I promise and I'm so sorry, Cris, I'm sorry. I completely understand if you don't want to be with me - I respect that but if you do, just know that I'm sorry, Cris, I'm so sorry. I want to be with you. I've always had a trust issue but just know that now, I know I can trust you, and I will."
I looked at him for a moment before looking down in disappointment at myself. I hated what I did and I knew that if it was the other way around, I would find it hard to forgive. "I'm sorry, Cris and . ." My hand wriggled around in my pocket for a second before bringing out the box and placing on his bedside table.
"I heard about promise rings and I thought they were stupid at first but. .I want you to always be reminded that I promise to trust you for now on. So, I got you a promise ring and I mean it, Cristiano."
I continued to gaze at his peaceful face, beginning to feel hopeless.
He's not gonna forgive me
"I'm sorry. I really am." I didn't know what else to say. My lips parted but nothing came out. I hesitated, struggling to form sentences in my head. I was speechless. I sighed to myself, gazing at his face but he didn't move or open his eyes.
"I've got my answer," I said, my voice dropping a little sadly. I stood, my eyes gazing at him in despair. "I understand."
Great.
Good job, Rose
You've lost the only guy in your life who actually liked you
To head to death, take the first window to your left, jump out then explain to God why you're such an idiotic human being
I turned but my hand was suddenly grabbed. I gasped loudly in surprise as I was pulled, flipped and some how, I ended up on the bed with a Greek God on top of me and his lips on mine.
Our kiss was intense and passionate. Urgently, he kissed me and I kissed him back, equally hungrily. I moaned softly against them, his hand cupping my face as we kissed. The world fell away and he pulled me close, my body melting against his.
Then it turned sloppier, our tongues dancing together. I moaned again, feeling as though I was in a movie scene or a fairytale land. It felt like I was on a cloud or something. I could barely describe how intensely amazing the kiss was.
His other hand was on my hip, sliding up and down my waist. My hand went to his hard, bare chest, as I tried to keep up with his hungry lips.
When he pulled away, we were breathless, our eyes locked. I gazed up into his enchantingly attractive eyes that always hypnotised me. My face softened at the beautiful sight of him. Tears sprang into my eyes as I realised how badly I wanted to be with him. I blinked them away swiftly as he caresses my cheek, his pink lips parting a little.
"I forgive you, Rose."
Those words almost made me burst into tears. They meant the world to me. I held back from crying, sniffing and blinking rapidly. "Thank you," I practically whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"And I want to be with you. Don't ever think that I don't."
I nodded, sniffing as I gazed up into his eyes, his hand caressing my cheek softly. "Me too," I delicately replied, honestly, a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
He reached over and took the box, opening it. His eyes gazed at the ring for a moment before he slid it onto his right finger, my heart skipping a beat. Then he placed the box down and said, "I trust you, Rose. I'm getting you a ring."
I chuckled softly, smiling at him happily. "You don't have to," I told him, shaking my head. "I already know."
He shook his head, his eyes gazing intently at me. "Then one day, I'm gonna marry you." My smile widened and I looked at him in surprise.
Marriage
He's already thinking about that
Holy shidizzle cakes
"I want to put this all behind us, Rose," he softly told me, his hand still caressing my cheek. I nodded, biting my lip which caught his attention. "Same with Gage. Life's too short for bullshit."
"What do you mean with Gage. ." I slowly asked, my eyes looking up at him in worry. "Don't end your friendship with him, please, Cris."
"I won't," Cristiano reassured, giving me a small smile. "He knows too many secrets, I can't let the idiot go." I chuckled and he did too, smiling.
"You're gonna make me fall in love with you, Rose."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
Then we kissed again and nothing else mattered anymore.
We were dating and that was that.