"Hazel." I entered her room. "Here's your tea." Her eyes were already cursed by sleepiness. Her respiration was moving her body in slow motion. Her body was curved like a little adorable dolphin. Staring at her while she was sleeping was the most incredible thing. I was right there next to her, I was finally the man of the house. 

She was even sexier when she was sleeping.

I placed the tea on the little table next to her bed. Her iPhone screen flashed with missed calls and text messages. Who doesn't put a passcode on their precious phone? Hazel. I didn't mean to dig in but my eyes were nosy and I couldn't stop my curiosity.
What was the first thing on my mind? Her pictures? No.
I was more into her messages. She surely had a lot of friends. Especially girls.

Max? Max? Max? Where are you?

I scrolled down as I searched for his name. Nothing. That was really strange. Girls are complicated. Why didn't she have any messages of Max? Did she delete them? What if she didn't? Questions were running through my mind as I tried to bury my curiosity. She was single. She had the right to date, she had the right to text and kiss whoever. 

Except. I wasn't the one.

"Hawk?" Her weak voice faded behind me as I placed the phone on the table and carried the tea instead. I thought she was sleeping.

"I'm here." I turned towards her. "I brought your tea."

"I...feel...so...weak" She broke down her words as she laid her head on my chest, slowly. "Don't go." Her last words heated my brain with dangerous fire. She was really asking me to stay. Her sickness was a good sign. She was acting really different and I loved it.

Holy! Please, God. Don't make her feel better.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" I regretted my words right after. "I want you to feel better." I placed the tea right back on the small table.

"No." Her reply was a relief. "Stay by my side."

Was that all an act? Was she using me because of her sickness? Was she serious about her intentions? Were they true? What was she being so nice? I really wanted to believe Hazel but it was hard to swallow. Her behavior was too perfect to be true. I was enjoying the moment and I didn't want it to end.
I wrapped my left hand around her as I caressed her face slowly, with a few of my fingers.

"I want you to be strong." I flew my fingers through her hair, nervously. "Drink your tea, please," I begged. She obeyed me right away and finished the tea rapidly. "That was fast," I said, mockingly.

"Thank you." She wrapped her hands around my body as she rested her head on my chest once again. "Thank you for the tea." she chuckled as she sniffed my shirt covered with cologne. "You smell good." She complimented me.

She really wanted to get pregnant tonight. Hazel was using the right technique and It was impossible to control myself as a man.

"I think, It's time for me to leave." I commenced as I tried so hard to control myself. "I can't stay with you tonight." I sighed.

"Why?" Her face was so adorable. It was hard for me to even tell her the truth. Her body against mine was burning me up with sexual desire. I just couldn't.

Hazel. I just couldn't stay and cuddle without tasting the flavor of your skin. It was hard. Your warm skin was stealing my attraction away and It was too late to gain it back. I was already picturing my hands taking off your clothes, savagely. Forgive me, Hazel but my lips were already kissing yours in my thoughts.

I wanted to taste you, Hazel. You were making it harder by holding my body so tight against yours. I loved it and I just didn't want to rip you apart while you were dying from a fever. I didn't want to drive you crazy in bed when I know you were still in love with another man.

"What are you thinking about?" She fixed me with her angel eyes and whispered. "Why do you want to leave me so bad?"

You, Hazel. You were heating me up with your dangerous volcano.

"You just don't understand." I crashed my words.

"Make me."

"Please, try to get some sleep." I changed the subject. "It's late."I stood up as I tried not to lose eye contact. "I'll come to you first thing in the morning," I promised.

"I won't sleep then." She sat up as she waited for my answer, patiently.

"Your problem!" I said, firmly.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She yelled, angrily. "What did I do to you? Why can't you just forgive and forget?"

"What are you even talking about?" I had no clue.

"Are you still mad over the fact that I told Max about your father?"

"Leave my father out of this!" I suggested. "This is not about my father. Stop exaggerating, please."

"Then what's the problem?" She asked, repeatedly.

"Go to sleep. I'll be in my room." I made some steps towards the door as she tried to get more under my skin by expressing her silly words.

"Why are you so selfish?" She continued. "Why can't you just be like Max?"

Oh No, Hazel. You did not just compare me to that imbecile. 

"What do you want from me? I'm not your boyfriend, I'm not your husband. I'm nobody to you, Hazel. Nobody. Do you hear me?" I yelled as I tried to deal with my anger on my own. "Don't compare me to your little boyfriend because I'll never be him. I am my own self." I swallowed my temper. "Why can't you offer me a different side of you? Why do you always ruin everything with your immature words?" I squeezed my teeth against each other as I tried to control my words. I didn't want to hurt her.

"Stop talking like that." Her tears flashed her view, unexpectedly. "Thank you for making me feel better." She played the victim as she wiped out her own tears.

"You're welcome," I responded, sternly. "Good night." I closed the door after me.

Was she really crying? Was she really playing the victim after everything? Why did I care in the first place?
Honestly, I felt bad. I really didn't want to yell and talk to her this way but she made me. She really got under my skin by mentioning my father. She was comparing me to that idiot, and I hated that.

Jealousy was playing with my emotions. I was tired of her behavior. I wanted to be the man. I wanted to be the best. How dare you, Hazel? Why did you compare me to that imbecile? Why?
Why was she doing this to me? Just why? Why was she controlling me?

She was supposed to fall for me. She was supposed to feel pain. Why was I letting her treat me this way?

I was too weak. I wanted to show fewer emotions. She was taking advantage of my kindness.

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"Can we talk?" She entered my bedroom a few minutes later. "I want to say something." She closed the door after her as she headed towards me.

She destroyed my privacy. I was shirtless, watching T.V, on my bed. I could tell her eyes were watching my abs from a distance.

"No." I refused. "I don't want to hear you right now. Leave." I ordered.

"I had a twin." She sat on my bed without my permission. "She was always there for me." She continued. " Her name was Hayley. We were inseparable. She used to braid my hair every night, we used to skip school together. She was my only sister. I loved her." Tears burned her cheeks as she tried to hide her pain inside. "One night, she skipped bed to hang out with Cody, her boyfriend. She told me to lie to my parents just so she could spend the night with him. She told me she was coming back, she did. I was so young and dumb that I didn't even realize her lies. She ran away that night and never came back the next morning. I felt guilty that I had to lie to my mom and dad but it was too late. The next day, the news broke us down, She was already on the news. Hayley Brown, my twin-sister, was laying in the streets with blood all over her face. My mother decided to burn all of her pictures. I had to hide my pain every day. Her name was forbidden in the house. They were really hurt. My mom used to cry every night when everyone's asleep. I kept a picture after all these years. I missed her. I wanted to say my goodbyes and I never had that chance. I felt like it was my fault."

She hugged me as her tears soaked my chest.

"You're the first person to know. I just had to share it with you because I can feel your pain, too. When I saw you the other day, staring at your father's picture. I thought about Hayley. I got so emotional that I told Max about it." She paused. "I'm not selfish. I'm just hurt."

Her story touched my heart. I didn't know if that was one of her lies but I still believed her. She seemed honest and I had to. But why? Why was I the first person? 

Why me?

"What happened to Cody?" I asked, worried.

"He committed suicide." She admitted.

He did what? But why?

She was hiding something else. It wasn't anything good.