Written By : Pamela James
DO NOT COPY OR REPOST
I didn’t know how long I slept.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him.
He was there sitting at my left, his back and head rested on the headboard.
His legs were stretched on the bed.
He was watching me intently.
My heart drummed a beat.
“Y-You’re here…” I whispered.
He gulped something in his throat and I didn’t miss the s�xy movement of his adam’s apple.
“Yeah, the jerk is here,” he said huskily.
I presumed that he didn’t go out for he was wearing just a tee shirt and sweat shorts.
“You haven’t left?” I asked, glancing up at him.
“I can’t go without talking to someone,” he expressed, almost bitterly.
Why was I feeling that he had been so lonely?
“Are you feeling okay now?” he asked.
His tone was a little bit changed this time like there was concern in it.
He sighed deeply.
“I don’t know how to start this, Daniella, but I really want to talk to you.”
I’ve been meaning to talk to you.
“I just want you to know,” he continued,
“that I’ve been feeling so confused. I thought we were already okay. What happened? I’d been trying to contact you but you weren’t answering my calls. What have I done? Have I said something in the phone that made you mad at me?”
He was being very serious now.
He really meant it when he said he wanted to talk with me.
This was going to be serious talk so I decided to rise and sat on the bed.
I moved myself and, promptly, Damien’s hands grasped my body to help me lean my head in the headboard just like him.
There was a long silence at first.
It was like we were just hearing each other’s breathing as we sat side by side.
I wanted to say I missed him so much and that I didn’t mean to reject his calls.
I was just very, very hurt on what I had discovered about him.
I waited for him to say something.
Indeed, he spoke out… somewhat anxiously,
“Are you in love with somebody else right now, Daniella?”
“What?” I quipped, very surprised, as I faced him.
“What did you just say?”
His eyes were intense, as usual, but somewhat sad.
“You… in love with someone else?”
I gaped my mouth at him.
Why was he asking me this?
“Who is it, Daniella? Is it Ryan ?” he asked, gritting his teeth.
“Why are you asking me that?” My voice trembled a bit.
He clenched a fist on his side.
“Why are you asking me that?” I repeated.
“The last time we talked in the phone, Ryan was in the same place with you, isn’t it?” He brushed his hair with his fingers.
“After that, you never answered any of my calls again.”
What was he acting now?
“Are you acting jealous?” I said, raising my voice.
“I’m just not acting here,” he said, also raising his voice and closing the distance between our faces.
“I am jealous. I’m so f-cking jealous, Daniella. What really is making you fall in love with that forsaken? I’m so confused right now. Because it looked like you had a lovers’ fight with him the other night that you even had to run through the rain making yourself sick! Are you that desperate already because of him?”
Damien, at the moment, looked really angry that he held my arms and pinned me to the headboard more.
His face was just an inch away from mine. His eyes were intense and accusing.
“I should’ve restrained myself from being jealous but I can’t help it, Daniella! For months, I’ve been like a protective husband and, now when I thought we’re already doing fine, you still go out with the guy who’ve been causing me pain ever since!”
Too shocked, I wasn’t able to say a word.
Was he really jealous?