Bella's POV
I may look calm from the surface, but I wasn't. I missed him even though I shouldn't. Damien is a great guy, and he has been doing everything right in terms of dating, but being with him didn't feel like anything special. He felt more like a good friend to me. An amazing friend, really.
Happy New Year!I looked around and didn't see Bella."You should go look for her," Meghan suggested."She is probably with Damien," I looked down.
SMACK!I was stunned as she slapped me on the cheek. Hard."Ouch! What the fuck?" I yelped. "Why did you slap me?" I was confused. Has she gone fully mental?"Just making sure you are really here, an
Bella's POVI cried out as he plunged into me suddenly. He held me tightly as my body trembled under him. Pain shot through my body, but I didn't want him to let go."Are you okay?" his voice was deep and husky. I nodded against his chest.
I looked at the sleeping Bella. It had been two weeks since New year's eve, and we had been sleeping together on and off.She was lying on my bed with her eyes closed. Her fiery red hair sprawled across the pillow and her face. The sheet covered half of her breasts, exposing the smooth skin of her top half. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.I slipped my hand under the sheet and touched her naked body. She moved slightly.
"Oh my god, Aaron! Are you okay?"I heard Bella gasp and looming over me, looking concerned as I was lying on the ground, gasping for breath."I...can't...brea..." I tried to speak, but everything hurt. My throat was itchy, and I can feel rashes form on my skin. I was having an allergic reaction.
"Stop it! It tickles," Bella giggled and tried to push me off as I lightly kissed the crook of her neck.It has been a few days since my allergy attack. It was all clear, and I was feeling a lot better. I invited Bella over so we could hang out."You resisting me is making me want to tease you even more," I smirked and ruffled her hair.
Bella's POVYes, it was me.I was the one who slipped a strawberry inside his cake when he mentioned his allergy.Was I trying to kill him? Not necessarily. I just wanted to make him suffer. Feel pain. Remind him of what it feels like not t
Please don't ignore my texts. I'm trying to help you, please trust me,the message on my screen said.I sighed. I kept getting these texts telling me how I should keep a close watch on Bella and how I should stay away from her, blah, blah, blah. I blocked one number, but the person texted me with a different number. He was persistent.