Chapter 20

***Amy's P.O.V.***

     I woke up with my head pounding, and the side of my face feeling like I got hit by 50 pound bag of potatoes.

     There were tingles in my right hand that was started traveling up my arm. Slowly opening my eyes, I see that I'm not on the grass, or in any familiar place I know.

     I blinked a few times, until my vision becomes clearer. My heart skips at the sight before me.

     I was laying on the most softest bed you could've ever imagine. The covers were a pale grey, with like a bazillion pillows on it to match.

     The rest of the room seemed like just a normal teenage boy's room. Poster's of his favorite bands on the wall, and even some cute pictures from when he was younger to.

     I sit up on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. I look around the room and seen a pile of dirty clothes just laying on the floor, right next to the empty hamper.

     Where it's supposed to go...

     A few dirty dishes were on the wooden dresser in the corner of the room. But over all, it wasn't that messy in here.

     I mean, I've seen worse.

     Why did Chris bring me here?

     The door to the room opens. Chris walks in with nothing but blue shinny shorts on, and a black hat on his head that he wore backwards. Making his longer than normal hair slightly curl at the bottom of the hat, and lay beautifully against his forehead.

     My eyes widened and my heart dropped. I could feel my eyes start to travel down his body.

     Sweat was visibly seen sliding down his brawny chest, going straight down to the promise land.

     Holy mother of sex.

     I think I can actually feel my ovaries bust open just at the sight of him. He was like watching porno.

     Every move he made, every time he opened that mouth to speak. It was like looking and listening to a greek god. He made it seem so flawless, effortless, matchless, and even spellbinding to the naked eye.

     "How are you feeling Princess?" He asked, walking up to me and delicately kissed my forehead.

     My eyes fluttered closed and I with held a moan that tried to escape. I don't know what the fuck those tingles are, but I enjoyed each and every time I felt them.

     "Ooh, I uh... I-I-I'm ok, I guess," I studder out, like a fucking idiot.

     I scoot over a little bit when he takes a seat on the bed next to my legs. Looking over my face, studying it like it was a masterpiece.

     I just stare at him, wide eyed and all, not really knowing what to do or say.

     His eyes traveled down to my jaw, and he frowns. Then brings his hand up to gently gliding his fingers over my sensitive part of my jaw.

     I flinched back and hissed quietly.

     His eyes snapped up to mine and he immediately withdrew his hand from my face.

     "Sorry Princess," he said, a painful look flashed across his face.

     I shrug my shoulders, then gave him a small smile, "It's not like you're the one who did this to me," I teased badly, chuckling nervously.

     I make bad jokes and laugh when I get nervous. And I'm nervous because I'm flushed, I'm flushed because HE'S STILL FUCKING SHIRTLESS!

     Ok Amy, you can do this! Keep your eyes on his face!

     I'm pretty fucking sure my eyeballs were the size of softballs by now. I've never been so fucking close to perfection before until now.

     It's hard to keep them on his face, he's wearing nothing but shorts! Boy's should always know, that when wearing shorts, we can clearly see their dic-

     "He won't ever put his hands on you again Amy," he said seriously, bringing me out of my sexual trance.

     God, he's over here being all sweet and caring to me. While I'm just sitting here quietly. Thinking about how I want him to go down on me for so long, that he has to develop gills.

     I am such a horny bitch. Ugh!

     My eyebrows creased together, looking down at my fingers I bit my lip, "You didn't...uhm, you didn't kill him, did you?"

     I could feel his eyes on me as I fiddled with my fingers, waiting for him to answer.

     "Sadly no," he said after a moment.

     I nod my head slowly, sighing, "You must think I was so stupid for ever staying with him."

     He doesn't answer, which starts to make me nervous to even look back up at him.

     I see his hand come into eye view and go under my chin. He lifts my chin up to meet his dark hypnotizing eyes.

     The corner of his mouth lifted up in a cute little smirk, that had my stomach doing front flips.

     "I don't think you're stupid, I may question your judgement on your choice of friends from time to time, but I would never think you're stupid. Stubborn maybe, but never stupid," he assured me with a playful smile.

     I could feel heat rise up in my face when he leaves his fingers under my chin.

     "Why am I in your room Chris?" I asked, cause I couldn't think of nothing else to say.

     His abs and biceps are immensely distracting to me. It's making my mind all fuzzy and shit.

     He smiles, showing off all those pearly whites, "I ment what I said, nobody's ever going to harm you anymore Princess. This room is safe, nobody will ever bother you in here."

     I raised my brow at him, "Ok.... that's good to know... I guess. But you still didn't answer my question. What am I doing in your room?"

     "I can't risk your safety anymore Amy," he spoke after a few seconds, "I want- no, I have to know that you're safe. At all time's."

     His voice was low, and laced with dominance. Those black orbs were filled with love and desire as he continuously scans over my beat up face.

     I had to look back down, away from his intense stare. I'm not use to people staring at me for too long, it's weird. Plus I'm pretty sure my face was as red as a tomato right now.

     How embarrassing, I can't even stare at the motherfucker without blushing or stumbling over my words.

     "Have you ever watched someone you love, turn into somebody you don't know?" I asked him, playing with the fabric of the cover.

     "No, I can honestly say that I haven't."

     I chewed on the inside of my cheek, "Well it fucking sucks. It's heartbreaking to watch someone who was so important to you change, into a person you don't want anything to do with anymore. He used to be so loving and caring towards me. I... I just don't know what changed him.

     It's like all of a sudden he changed. He came back a completely different person, with a new mindset, a new outlook, a new soul. The guy that once cared way too much about everyone and everything, just no longer cared at all, especially when it came to me.

     But last night, when he was being so ugly towards me, I realized something. I realized that I was holding onto something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I fell in love with didn't exist anymore. People change, I get that. Our likes and dislikes change as we grow. No matter how bad I wished they wouldn't... But it never worked."

     It was quite.

     Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have said anything. He's going to think I'm even more stupid for thinking about all of that.

     I felt a hand cup my face, lifting it back up.

     Christians face was gentle, and his eyes were soft. I didn't even realize I was crying until he wipes away my tears with his thumbs.

     "Hey hey, don't cry love. I can't have my Princess crying over some asshole," he says softly, kissing each of my tear stained cheeks.

     My heart skipped again at this. Why do I feel so fucking comfortable with him? Why does he have to say things like this? Things that gets my heart going, and those sparks! Ugh!

     "Here's the cold, hard truth Princess. If he still cared about you, he would let you know. When you have a place in someone's heart, they will always make sure you know it. It's not your job to play detective and try to figure out how he feels or what he wants. If he doesn't make himself clear to you, show you that he still wants you in every way possible. If he doesn't make sure you know that he cares, then he didn't even care in the first place. Period," he said, cressing my face more tightly when I tried to pull away.

     "But, more importantly, a careless boy like him does not deserve a girl with a heart like yours," he finished, looking deep into my eyes.

     His glances down at my lips before gently tracing his thumb over them.

     I thought he was going to kiss me. I wouldn't have stopped him if he did. In a way, I was hoping he would.

     But he didn't.

     He gives me a soft smile, before leaning in to press his lips to my forehead. Lingering there longer than normal, then takes a deep breath.

     "There's breakfast down stairs if you're hungry," he says, letting go of me and getting up from the bed.

     Leaving me all hot and bothered.

     I cleared my throat, "I think I should get going actually I-"

     "Please? Please have breakfast with me?" He pleaded, kneeling down in front of me with the most cutest fucking puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.

     And there goes my heart! It just busted like my ovaries a few moments ago! Ugh!

     I bit my lip, "If you do me one favor."

     His eyes light up at my unknown request, "Anything you want Princess, the sky's the limit."

     I blushed hard and looked back down, "C-can you like... put on a shirt?"

     I glanced up to see his face was so confused. I placed my hands over my embarrassed face, and explained further.

     "I-I-I just find it really hard to concentrate on my thoughts when you're always shirtless," I rushed out.

     There was silence again, before I hear him chuckle and feel his hands on mine. Removing them from my now beat red face.

     "Hey, don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly normal for women to loose their train of thought in my presence," he said in cocky manner, adding a smirk that matched it.

     I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed a near by pillow, then threw it at his face, "Whatever!" I say giggling.

     He easily catches it and chuckles some more.

     "I'm going to take a shower, food is downstairs, I'll meet you there in ten minutes," he says, lifting up to give my cheek a light kiss before heading into the bathroom.