Tori

Bash is killing me. With kindness. And I have no idea how to react to him. After all the years I have spent hating him, he’s making it hard for me not to like him all over again. Why is he so nice? I wish he’d be the jerk I know, the asshole who betrayed my trust. Except he’s different or at least trying to be a person I am starting to like.

“Sit up,” Bash says, pushing another pillow behind my head. He fluffs the stack and helps me lie back down as if I’m incapable of doing it myself.

Sitting at the edge of my bed, he leans over me to pull the blanket up to my neck. Being this close to Bash is hard. So fucking hard. All my feelings for him come swirling back. A blush spreads from my cheeks to my chest, my nipples hardening from his proximity. He’s always had this effect on me. I lose all self-control around him.

Fighting off the urge to kiss him, I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath before blowing it out my nose. When I open my eyes, Bash’s face is so close to mine. I can feel his breath on my cheek.

“Bash,” I whisper, wanting to tell him to leave. But I won’t ask him to leave. I don’t have the willpower. Instead, I mutter a quick thank you.

He props himself up with his elbow and leans over me, pushing a strand of hair from my face. “How are you feeling?”

The fact that he doesn’t move makes his intentions clear. I try hard to suppress my emotions. But in a moment of weakness, I brush my fingers over his skin and look up at him, flicking my tongue over my lips.

“Tori,” he mutters, moving close enough that I can feel his breath on my lips. “I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be,” I say. “You’re here now. I’ll be fine.”

“You mean that?” He seems surprised by my words.

“Yes, I do. I know you will take care of me.”

He sighs. “I thought you hated me and didn't trust me.”

“I do, but you feel guilty. That’s why you’re here. And I know you will help me.”

“I would do anything for you.” With our faces so close together, I can feel his breath on my lips.

I lean in closer and stare into his eyes. My body stills but my heart is another story.

“Then show me,” I whisper. He either needs to kiss me or get off the bed. It’s hard being this close to Bash without wanting to jump him.

He doesn’t hesitate. Bash grips my ass with one hand and my face with the other. Our clips crash together, and when he slips his tongue into my mouth, his touch goes straight between my thighs. One thing I always loved about Bash was his ability to make me wet just from one kiss. His tongue is like magic, spelling me into believing this is all real and like it was before everything had fallen apart.

At this moment, I can forget about the Bash I hate and focus on the Bash I love. Moaning, he sucks on my bottom lip. I love the sexy sounds he makes, always have. Each sound he makes dampens my panties. I want him to touch me, make this throbbing between my legs go away.

I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh through his jeans. Licking my lips, I feel his length over the material. He’s so big that to this day, I can still remember what it was like when he took my virginity. It was perfect, something out of a fairy tale, but it hurt like fucking hell. I’m not even sure I can handle Bash right now with how much my head hurts. One body part at a time.

Bash is the only guy I have ever had sex. Unlike him, it has meant something to me. He meant everything to me. For a second, I let myself enjoy the sweet scent of his skin and the way his hips rock against me.

I separate my lips from him, moving my head to the side, but he kisses my neck instead. “What are we doing, Bash?”

“Kissing,” he mumbles against my skin. “I missed you, Tori. I missed you so fucking much.”

I don’t want his hands to leave my body or his tongue to stop doing whatever he does that causes my toes curl and my body to tingle with pleasure. I want to fight him, but I don’t have the willpower. Because I am powerless with one kiss, one touch.

“I missed you, too,” I confess, hating myself for saying the words aloud.

His tongue caresses mine once more, and he kisses me with an animalistic passion I crave. Heat runs over my body in waves as his hand slides up my thigh. Everything about this feels normal, familiar. I wish my body would reject him the way my mind has tried to over the years, but it’s a goddamn traitor.

I sit up just enough so he can lift my shirt over my head. He throws it on the floor behind him and unhooks my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders to expose my breasts. His palm falls to my back, pulling me closer, as he leans down to suck on my nipple, tugging it with his teeth. The tiny bud hardens at the flick of his tongue.

He takes his time as he explores my body.

On the verge of an orgasm, my brain shuts down, functioning long enough to mutter, “What are we doing, Bash?” I grip his hair in my hands, and he stops sucking on my nipple, peeking up at me. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“I was planning to make you come.” He peeks up at me, so confident and relaxed, as always.

Gripping his hair in my hands, I get his attention, holding him in place. “After what happened at the SAC, we should stop.”

“Because of Harper?” He slips from my grip and sits up, locking onto me, his expression serious. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s trying to piss you off.”

“I know that, but I just can’t do this with you. Not right now. We can’t be together. This cannot happen again. It was a mistake the first time.”

He frowns. “It wasn’t a mistake. What we had was real.”

“You cheated on me, Bash. I was the laughing stock of this school because of you and what you did to me. And you know what happened after that…” My voice trails off, and I don’t dare finish the rest. It’s hard enough to forget the past. I don’t want to relive it

He shakes his head. “I never cheated on you. Never. I never even as much as thought about another girl while I was with you.”

I sit up and use the stack of pillows behind me for support. “I caught you in bed with another girl. Try again.”

“It wasn’t what it looked like.” His tone is defensive, upset, even. “You never gave me the chance to explain.”

“I saw all I needed to see,” I spit back. “Can you hand me my shirt?” This conversation is making me sick to my stomach.

He huffs before reaching for my clothes and hands the tee to me. “I cared about you, Tori. A lot. I still do.”

“Look, Bash, I appreciate that you are staying with me, but this cannot happen between us. We’re not good together.”

“Why not?” He challenges. “Because I think we are perfect together.”

“Not even close,” I counter. “You’re like a celebrity around here. And why wouldn’t you be treated that way when your dad is an actual celebrity? And I’m…me.”

“I can’t do anything about my dad, but what’s wrong with being you? I like you the way you are, always have.”

“You don’t get it, and I don’t expect you to understand what it’s like to be your girlfriend.” I sink further into the pillow and turn my head away from him.

“Tori,” he breathes.

“I need to get some sleep, Bash.” I close my eyes and roll onto my side, curling up with the pillow.

He gets up from the bed, the mattress shifting from his weight. “I’ll be on the other side of the door. If you need me, just call. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not indebted to me, Bash. It’s not necessary for you to stay here while I sleep. Nothing exciting is going to happen this afternoon. Why don’t you go home and get a shower or do whatever it is you would do on the weekend.”

“I’m not leaving you.” I look over at him just as he pushes his hands onto his hips, the muscles flexing in his arms. “But a shower does sound good.”

“Go ahead.” I wave my hand toward the door, fighting off what he’s doing to my body. “You’re free to go and live your life.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I can have someone bring me clothes if you’re okay with me taking a shower here.”

Thinking it over for a second, I nod. “That’s fine. I can’t have you stinking up my place. But you should stop acting like the prince you are and go get your clothes.”

“Fine, but I won’t be gone long.” He smiles at me. “I’m serious, Tori. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Bash, but that doesn’t mean a thing. You feel bad for me. That’s the only reason you’re here right now. I know you’re a good person, even if the things you did to me were shitty. But I also know that your conscience is why you are helping me out.”

He glances down at the floor, annoyed. “Is that so? How do you figure?”

“You should’ve caught the football that knocked me on my ass, and now you feel bad about it. If you were on your game, it never would’ve hit me, and we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“My God, woman. You’re such a smart ass.” He grins so wide it reaches up to his eyes this time. “Clay overthrew the ball. It had nothing to do with my game. And, yes, maybe I do feel bad about what happened, but I am not the one who hit you. I’ve been through this before. You might not want me to stay, but if you have any complications or your condition worsens, you will wish you had someone to help you. Trust me. You will not care who is here with you if that time comes because it fucking sucks.”

“Go take a shower,” I say, waving him off. “I will summon you when I’m awake.”

“You will summon me?” He smirks, shaking his head.

“Yeah, like a genie in a bottle. Now go.” I point at the door.

He smiles and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Get some sleep, beautiful.”

We share a quick moment before he walks out of my room, closing the door behind him. I can breathe now that he’s gone. How am I supposed to make it two more days with Bash killing me with kindness? There’s no way I will be able to control myself that long—not when he’s showing me this side of him. The side I have missed.