Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

Crossed my limits

Alex:

She was looking scared, and her eyes were scanning the room. She got that dream again. She told me about the dream and even I get chills if I remember that. Damn It. I quickly dashed near her and pulled her in a tight hug.

“Nicolle, Hey. Calm down. There is no one here other than me, Mrs. and Mr. Jones. See, no one else. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you."

She immediately pulled from me and looked at my face.

"Are you hurt Alex? You are hurt, right? I know you won’t tell me. Let me see." And I saw tears flowing in her eyes. Is she crying for me? Am I that important to her?

"I am Ok Nicolle. I am not hurt.” I tried to console her. But she was not agreeing.

“No, I don’t believe you. You always lie. I know you are hurt. Mrs. Jones, please help him. He is hurt.”

“Nicolle, I am not. It’s just my knuckles. Nothing else. I promise I will  visit the hospital tomorrow morning and then can assure you. I am not hurt.” I was saying this for God knows how long.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have started a fight. I am such a fool. I knew you were stressed, and still I had to go and beat the s**t out of him. But I couldn't control myself. That man was threatening a girl. He was appalling her, forcing her to meet him in a hotel room. I am sorry."

I was moving the hairs from her face and tucking them behind her ears. She was looking so pale, and it's all my fault. One day she was with me and, look what I did to her. This is my actual face. I destroy anything that comes near me.

She touched my chest as gently as she could. God how soft her hand feels. She touched me like a flower petal. "Is.. Is this.. your blood?" Her hands were trembling.

"It's not." I smiled and was about to show her my chest when I remembered my scars. I took my knuckles in front of her.

"I just got hurt here, I think when I broke his jaw. But other than that, I am perfectly fine." She hugged me tightly and let out a sob. I don’t know why she is so concerned about me. Maybe because of all the blood on my shirt. Yes, that may be the case.

"We will leave you two alone now. Take Care."

"Thanks Mrs. Jones. I don't know what I would have done, if you were not here."

She smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead. I felt so satisfied, and I think my eyes were getting wet, but I quickly moved my face away. Mrs. Colton NEVER kissed my forehead and because of her, I stayed away from grandma and Aunty. I think after Dad, it was the first time someone kissed my forehead.

"Take Care."

They left and I pulled Nicolle from the hug. She was actually crushing me. "Hey, I am not hurt, that doesn't mean you can crush me. You might break my ribs with all that force." Thank God she smiled.

I went serious after a few seconds. "Don't do this to me again Nicolle. I don't know how to react under these circumstances. I become a mess at times like this. But you don't have to be scared of anything. I won't let anything happen to you. Don’t you trust me?"

"I trust you Alex and I was not worried about myself. I was worried about you. When I saw blood on your shirt, I thought" And then she bit her lips to stop herself from saying something.

"What?" I asked her. I was confused.

"Nothing, I just thought the man had a knife or something and you are hurt. That's it."

"Oh, even if he had, there is nothing to worry about. You know I was a boxing champ in my high school. I am black belt in karate, martial arts and Krav Maga. so that man had no chance."  She smiled some more and I was happy that this smile was because of me.

"What, I am not joking. You can ask my teachers. Why do you think everyone is so afraid of me? Once someone pushed an old man in my office. I used that man to recall all my kicks and punches. Since then, everyone has kept their distance with me."

I was going on and didn't notice she was smiling God that smile was pulling me towards her. I don’t know why but I leaned in and to my surprise she closed her eyes.

Is it because she thought I was hurt and has sympathy for me?  Or maybe it's because she wanted to feel secure. Or is it because I helped a girl who was being forced? Whatever the reason, I was unable to stop myself from leaning further. I don't want to think about anything at this moment.

She was inches away from me. The thought of her lips near mine is making me uncomfortable. I don't know how to react but I have also closed my eyes and leaned towards her.

Our lips brushed and it was similar to what I felt on our wedding day. And I closed the gap, unable to control myself this time.

It's like I am losing all my senses. So this is how a kiss feels like. Damn, the kiss in my dream was nothing like this. I didn't even move my lips against hers. It was just a touch of the lips and I was already hard as hell.

My hands automatically cupped her face and her hands were playing with my hairs, pulling me towards her. I deepen the kiss. F**k, I can feel goosebumps on her neck and myself.

She opened her lips and my tongue touched hers. It’s the best sensation in the world. Now I understand why couples in my high school never left each other. I could taste her mocktail and her lip gloss. Strawberry flavor.

Her lips are perfect. I can swallow both of her lips in one bite. God Nicolle, what are you doing to me?

Somehow, without knowing my lips started to trace her jaw and then neck. She moved her face to the back, giving me complete access to her neck. She moaned and it's making me crazy. I let out a moan myself and her hands travelled to my chest, trying to access my body under the clothing. I was breathing hard and wanted her hands on me.

My chest, No I can’t let her touch it. I have too many scars. She can’t touch them. I pulled myself back and stood up with my back towards her. I was hard and I couldn't let her see that. F**k, what was I doing?

I was not supposed to kiss her. She is under medication and was looking for some comfort or security, but I am in my complete senses. I took advantage of her vulnerable state.

I couldn't meet her eyes, and taking a blanket in my hands, I went outside. I can't sleep in this room. Not after what I did. I crossed my limits today and I may not be able to forgive myself for this.