3 Bryne-ish

BAILEY

I hop around the room trying to find a knife or a pair of scissors to cut the rope around my ankle.

"Ouch" this is the third time I'm falling down. I wasn't just made to hop, I'm not in any way related to a frog.

I place my hands on the table and help myself up. I hop into the bath room and I open the drawers, rummaging through them for any sharp object.

"Phew" I exclaim as I find a small knife. What's a knife doing anyway in the bathroom. I shrug and start cutting the rope.

After some minutes of hard work, which I mentally praise myself for, I cut through the rope. It's not like I'm lazy, I'm not just the kind to do any strenuous thing and trust me, cutting through a very thick cotton rope with a near blunt knife isn't an easy thing to do.

I turn on the tap and remove my clothes. I might as well take a refreshing bath. I smell my armpit and scrunch my nose. Where was I? In a room with rotten fish. I step into the shower and drown into the warm water. I think I'd start calling myself a fish because I love being submerged in water, too bad I can't swim!

I grab the bottle of body wash and pour some on my body. I close my eyes and work the lather on my skin. None of this makes sense to me, not a single bit, Bryne, coming out suddenly out of the blues to tell me all this crap, what happened to all this talk four months ago, does he think it's so easy for my tiny brain to absorb all these words he's saying?

I take my bath quickly and dry my body. I look at my old clothes and squeeze my face. There's no way I'm putting those on, not after this nerve soothing bath I just had, maybe Bryne may have a spare pair of clothe for me, after all he's keeping me in his house. I step out of the bathroom with a towel loosely draped around my body.

"Bailey" I nearly jump as I hear a voice beside me.

"Don't sneak up on me like that" I glare at him and try to steady my breaths.

"I'm sorry... um.. I just came to give you your contact lens, I took it off when I brought you here" his eyes rake through my body in the most lustful way I can ever imagine. All this is making me so fixed to where I am because my legs can't move from this spot.

With two big strides he reaches where I am standing, my eyes following his every move like some love sick puppy. His green orbs bore into my eyes in that same calm and collected 'Bryne-ish' way and I feel my cheek burn under his stare. He bends his head down and I see a heap of emotions in his eyes but most importantly, I see a burning need, a crazy hunger, a desire. Maybe I'm just describing what I feel.

He slowly runs his finger on my arm, causing a swarm of goose bumps to creep all over my body. This is one thing I love about him, he does his things at his own pace like he has the whole time in the world to do the damn business.

He licks his lips in a deliciously hot way and he leans his head down till I can feel the soft tickle of his breath on my ear.

Right now I can't keep moving at his pace, it's frustrating my intestines out

Oh man! I'm so not myself right now.

My lips unconsciously part and I slowly tip my neck to the side, the heat of the movement taking over my body. I have no idea what ever is going on but I think my heart is starting to beat slower than normal and I'm not getting enough air supply to my lungs. Apart from my breathing getting still, I feel a tight knot in my chest, don't think it's cliched but that's the same effect I get from this kind of proximity with Bryne everytime.

So much for saying I hate him.

"I'll just get clothes for you" he whispers and lightly nudge my ear lobe.

If I say I'm not melting on the inside then I'm lying.

His lips turns up into a smirk and turns around.

Stop playing all these games!

"Bryne" I pull him back and suddenly all the talk about not falling for him flies out of my brain as I stand on my tippy toes and crash my lips into his.

I feel him smile and he wraps his hands round my waist and pulls me closer.

Sometimes I begin to think I'm a bitch.

I can't deny that I've been wanting to do this since we broke up but my pride- and I'm not wrong for having that enormous pride- has been holding me back.

I mentally smack myself in the head. It's not what I should do but I can't help, I don't know why the universe made someone that insanely hot.

He groans and gently squeeze my arse through the towel and I feel my nipples harden as he does that. Damn! it's been almost five months but my body can't even resist his touch. I run my hands through his back as I let our lips sync passionately.

I'm going to run mad soon if I don't stop this! "Bryne stop" I pull my face away from his and his face squeezes, bringing out lines in between his forehead. I'm so going to kill myself when he leaves the room. With one hand still on my waist and the grazing my cheek, he pulls me closer to himself.

Not again!

I wiggle myself free from his grip and take steps back, I have to be far, as far away as possible from him.

"Bailey" his eyes look quizzically at me. "Why are you stopping what you want"

This is the problem I always have with him, he thinks he can always perfectly guess what I want.

"How do you know this is what I want" I snap.

He comes closer to me and I take steps back, I can't be close to him, not even five feet, I need to be very far, not even in the same room, his presence is making me so claustrophobic.

"You kissed me remember"

Yeah, thanks a lot for reminding me. I roll my eyes. "What does that make? You kissed Bella, does that mean you love her?"

"Why do you always have to bring that up" he raises his voice. "Fuck" he runs his fingers angrily through his hair. "That was a mistake, you don't need to keep reminding me, I'm sorry for that, why don't you just get it"

Sure, of course every thing bad you do, you blame it on mistake. I remember the smirk on Bella's face after Bryne kissed her in front of me and I feel so angry again. I want to punch something, mostly I want to punch her plastic face.

I can't even believe there was a time Bella and I were inseparable, best friends or so I taught. It took me some time to figure she was just there because of the popularity she wanted from me and she got it. Bella and I were in the same high school. She was a cheerleader wannabe and I was just a popular kid though not in the cheerleading team. I was just very sociable and my looks made it easier for me to be high the social ladder. After she joined the cheerleading team, she became so rude to me and even fought with me once because of a boy she had a crush on, I mean fist fight.

Same old cliche story. I never thought I'd have to face that once–bestfriends–now–enemy– thingy but some things just have to happen right?

He sighs, defeated. "I'll just go get clothes for you. And Bailey, you should cover your chest".

I look down at my chest and I see the towel pulled down, exposing quite a great flesh of my breasts. I quickly cover the towel over my chest and look down, hiding the shade of red that creeps over my cheeks.