The Love I Waited For

Locked In

"You don't look any different." He says with his hands to her hair, letting the hair band fall to the ground

"I don't really appreciate you touching me." She pauses as she proceeds on picking up her hair band, then looks back up at him. "You called me a w***e right? If truly I am a w***e, you wouldn't be able to touch me. Am I wrong?" She questions as she stares at him right in the eyes but gets no reply from him whatsoever.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk...tsk...tsk...Pathetic!" She whispers in his ear before turning around and simply starts to walk away without glancing back.

"If truly you are a w***e, you would've let me touch you." His voice echoes through the store room making her stop in her tracks.

What was wrong with this guy? This was like the third time he's locked her in a dimly lit rooom while he tried to confess his love to her.

Like what type of guy would call a lady a w***e and expects her to fall in love with him?

How stupid!!!

He stood in front of her, and never did she know that she had made the biggest mistake in her life.

All of a sudden, she felt his arms slid their way around her waist before pulling her in.

At least, there weren't people around. It was just them in that dimly lit, filthy, and unwelcoming store room.

He buries his face at the back of her neck and lightly blows away the hair from her face.

His hand lingered, fingers brushing the edge of her straight jawline, then traced them down to her chin.

Her breath hitched.

That felt good. So damn good.

Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips, and when they made contact with her skin, she had to bite her lips to stop a moan.

Her hands slid up shoulders, but he grabs her hands and pinned it to the wall, and unconsciously, her hands fell backwards, banging on the thick wood behind her body.

At that point, she couldn't feel the pain. All she could feel was the tension that came between the both of them.

What was this asshole doing to her?

She knew she shouldn't be doing this, and it was wrong, but it felt so darn right.

Unfortunately for her, that feeling didn't last long enough...

He pulled away and stared right at her. That's when she realised the devilish smirk that curved up at the corner of his lips.

"You see, I was never wrong." He says before letting her go.

"You can't be yourself when you're a round me." He scoffs.

Oh pls!

She swiped the hair from her face and looked him dead in the eye.

"Asshole!"

He scoffs again as he folds his arms. "I'm dying to hear you say those words while we're in bed," he laughs and runs fingers through his scanty dark hair.

She walked up to him and furiously punched him on his chest.

"I can't believe you."

"You're such a waste of time."

She turned on her heel and walked up to the door. She reached out and grabbed the handle with a sharp tug.

But it didn't budge.

She blinked, then pulled harder-Once, twice. Nothing.

"What," She muttered under her breath, rattling the handle more forcefully.

Still nothing.

Her breath skipped. She turned slowly, her anger melting into something colder.

"We're locked in dammit!"

She heard him chuckle behind her.

"Do you find this funny or something?" She glared at him, her hands still on the door knob.

"We're just locked in. You don't need to be all stressed about it." He chuckled even more and took two steps forward.

The single bulb ahead buzzed, which casted a sombre glow within the room. And when he moved, his shadows moved along with him.

Aria backed away from the door, her spine brushing against a stack of forgotten boxes. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Aria crossed her arms. "Well, congratulations. This is definitely the most romantic hostage situation I've ever been in."

The bulb above them flickered again, and their dim shadows danced on the wall.

Leo turned to her with a smirk. "You're blaming me now?"

"You were the one who pulled me in here."

"I didn't exactly expect the door to pull a prison move on us, Aria."

She glanced around the cramped room, old shelves, dusty mop bucket, a suspicious looking fan in the corner - definitely not ideal. "We're literally locked in a horror movie basement. If a rat runs across my shoe, I swear I'm leaving your ghost behind."

Leo chuckled. "Relax. Worst-case scenario, we eat cardboard and become legends."

"Oh perfect, 'Two Bickering young adults dies in a storeroom after the other i***t tries to tell her how much he loves her.' Very poetic."

He grinned and took a step closer, folding his arms. "You think we'd go viral?"

"I think you should watch what you say in here. I could strangle you to death and no one would realise I did it."

He raised a hand dramatically. "I'm just saying we look pretty damn good together."

Aria rolled her eyes but smiled to herself.

He was too desperate to have her, and she was too desperate on avoiding him.

She wasn't ready for any commitment, and relationships was just that.

She sighed, sliding down to sit on an overturned box. "Okay, fine. We're stuck. What do we do now?"

Leo sat down next to. her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "We could call someone for help." She heard the laughter in voice.

Aria's eyes widened in realisation.

That was it. She could call Sierra. She should be around here somewhere.

All this while she thought there was no hope on getting the both of them out of here.

She searched around for her purse, and when she found it beside the dusty old looking shelve. She almost squirmed In excitement.

She rushed to her purse, grabbed it, and dugged her hands in it, scrabbling around for her phone.

Where was it... where was it?

She probed even more when she couldn't find it. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't there.

Shit!

"I can't find my phone." She almost yelled in frustration.

"Didn't you say Sierra had your phone?"

She spun around in a quick semi circle. "No...no...no. Don't tell me..."

Leo got up and rested casually on the shelf, arms folded, watching her with an amused smirk. "Guess we're staying in here a bit longer."

"Ugh, that doesn't help, nitwit."

"Wow," he teased, slowly shaking his head.

"Imagine being trapped in a*****e room without a phone..."

"Couldn't be me."

She froze. "What about yours?"

He shrugs non-chalantly. "I dont mind being stuck here with you. Who knows, we might both end up having mad s*x in a*****e room." He uttered with a smirk.

She sighed as she face palmed herself.

How on earth did she get locked in with this imbecile?

Aria turned away from him and groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Her eyes roamed round the room, looking for another way to get out of here.

Anything to leave this filthy place...