Part 2/3

"You what now?" I ask in disbelief not believing what I'm hearing as he looks at me with a gleam in his eye, the left side of his lip quirking up for the first time since we came back to his house.

"What do you think I said?"

"I-um" I stutter out not knowing what to say next because I'm scared that I might have interpreted him wrong. He gives me a small knowing grin most likely enjoying the mental game he's playing with me and I have to resist the urge to smack that look off his face.

Shaking my head, I say, "Why the hell do you keep looking at me like that, Jesse?"

"You know, that thing that you do with your hands when you're nervous?" he dismisses my question by asking me one of his own but I answer nonetheless

I absentmindedly take my hand and rub the polish on each finger one by one with my other hand, "No."

I don't miss the way his eyes cast down to my fingers and I immediately stop the motion.

"Or the way your right eye twitches when you try to lie." He asks another question showcasing that he probably knows me more than I know myself and I try my hardest to keep my eyes wide open so that they don't end up doing that weird twitching that I know he's talking about.

"No," I say lying again with my eyes literally wide open

He licks his lips nodding his head, attempting to hold back a laugh as he asks again, "What did you think I said?" as he takes a hand and runs it through the front of his hair, the simple act distracting me to the point that I didn't realize that I was just staring at him. He snaps his fingers causing me to pay attention again and when I remember the question he asked I roll my eyes

"I think that you enjoy making me feel pain." I deadpan

He snorts out a laugh, "I said that I love you, and with the look that you're giving me you'd think someone died."

"You can't make that kind of joke when you come across dead people often," I say and he shrugs with a blank look on his face.

"I just expected you to be more...girly-er about it."

"What? Did you think I'd cry?" I ask and I watch as he raises an eyebrow, his face still blank, "Oh my God, you thought I'd cry."

"Well, when I was a kid the women in the telenovelas that my mom and I watched would cry over everything."

"Are you comparing us to a telenovela? Are you comparing me to a telenovela?"

"You cried when the tall guy died at the end of that one movie where they both had cancer." he raised both of his eyebrows at me throwing my overwhelming love of chick flicks in my face.

"Well did we watch the same movie? You bet me $50 dollars that it would be the girl--"

"Which you lied to me because I know you've seen the movie before," he says with a smirk and I look away not knowing that he had caught on to my lie, "So you're not going to say anything? At all?"

I tilt my head sideways and say, "Are we alone?" I ask and I watch as he tries to suppress his excitement when his face lights up and I try not to laugh when he stands from the bed quickly and runs to the front door, shouting Ryan's and Cyrus' names at the top of his lungs as he runs around his entire home

I fall into a fit of his hysterics as I can't stop laughing. He runs back into the room and shuts the door behind him pointing at me, "You are the most forgiving woman I've ever met."

That causes me to snort because I'm still very much angry at him but I don't wanna ruin the high that he's on.

Before I can blink his shirt is already off and he's stalked towards me, getting on top of the bed again and quickly pushing me onto the bed so he's hovering over me. He places his head in the crook of my neck and I feel his lip begin to graze the side of it as he moves upwards slowly

I feel his fingers reach towards the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it upwards and I feel his hand reach up and when he finally reaches a specific point on my neck, my back arches as the sound that falls from my lips sounds almost foreign to my ears and he unclips the back of my bra swiftly.

He reaches towards the front to grab the left cup and I'm quick to grab his shoulder and detach our lips quickly before he does anything else and as I try to speak he interrupts me going back to the other side of my neck.

I gulp loudly and I almost laugh at the feeling of the strands of his hair lightly tickling my chin. Taking my hand and grasping the back of his head, pulling harshly on the strands as a low groan slips past his lips as he continues the assault on my neck.

I am the last one that ones to ruin what's going on currently but I don't want to get carried away before I say what I have to say, "Jesse." I call him softly, my voice not coming out as loud as I want it to as he doesn't seem to react so I say his name again

When he finally hears me, he pulls out of my neck and he says, "You're saying my name already and I haven't even started,"

I smack the back of his head with a scoff, "And you won't get to. We're not having sex."

His face twists in confusion and he groan as he lifts off of me a bit, "You're the only woman I know that would cockblock herself."

He flips both of us over so I'm straddling his torso now and he says from beneath me, "What was the reason?" he softly mocks the famous Cardi B meme and I have no doubt that that's Ryan's influence as I giggle loudly.

He has a small smile on his lips as he grazes the front of my jeans lightly with his palms as they glide up and down softly in soothing circular motions.

Never did I ever think that he'd be the one to say I love you first between the two of us because I didn't really think he knows much of what love was based on everything he's told me with his family.

When he had first said I wanted to tell him immediately that I felt the same way but I think I was more in shock than anything. I thought he'd be quick to take back what he said until he actually said it.

I admire his confidence or cockiness I should say, and how he's never really been someone to think twice before he says anything. There's a lot of mannerisms that he has that I'm starting to copy but I haven't quite gotten that quality of his yet.

Like how he seasons his leftover pizza with adobo before he microwaves it and then seasons it again when he takes it out. Or whenever he sneezes he's quick to make sure his mouth is closed so that he doesn't bother people around him with how loud it would be if his mouth was open.

How he does the sign of the cross and kisses his fingers, ironically, before he does anything new for the first time or something that he does every day such as driving.

How he always asks me to tell him an interesting thing that happened to me that day to start a conversation, if the environment around us gets too quiet.

How he doesn't judge me when I play When You Look Me In The Eyes by the Jonas Brothers over and over again in his car and entertains the jokes that I make about it being our future wedding song rather than freaking out.

I thought that he'd pollute the air around me when in return he's become the shelter that I needed. A home.

Somewhere I can go to just take a breath.

So I've never felt more sure about what I'm about to say than I do right now.

I reach down to touch his face, fixing the creases in the space between his eyebrows when he furrows them.

Grabbing my hand off his face, he says, "What's going on in there?" before kissing the tips of my fingers causing me to aww internally.

I smile softly, avoiding eye contact as I trace a tattoo of an anchor on his chest.

Say it!

"Nothing." I start off, "I was just thinking and I think I'm ready to talk to you about how I've been feeling. You know, about us. I just wanted to tell you that I lo--"

I'm cut off by the sound of his phone ringing and I sigh lowly, my shoulders slumping.

He shakes his head and motions for me to continue but I shake my head as well saying, "It could be important." he eyes me warily before he reaches into his front pocket and pulls out his Black iPhone 11 that I've been screaming at him to get a case for, swiping on the screen and placing it to his ear.

"Yes?" He says with his voice laced in annoyance as he sighs and plays with my hand absentmindedly again, practically inspecting the nude nail polish on them when he holds it close to his face.

"Wait what? Cy." He sits up abruptly and I quickly move off of his lip, moving off the bed and grabbing his jacket knowing he's probably going to need it for wherever he's about to go. Judging by the tone of his voice it doesn't sound good,

His body freezes before he looks up at me at where I'm standing near the front door, "Yeah. We'll be right there." he purses his lips and looks at me with a sigh before he stands from the bed to walk up to me, grabbing his jacket that was in my hand, thanking me softy with a kiss on the cheek

"Mama, you might need to grab another one of mine too for yourself. That was Cyrus. He and Justine were on a date at this restaurant downtown." he says and I feel like I already know where this is going as my head shakes quickly and I can already feel a tear streaming down my face before he uses his thumb to wipe it away, looking at me in pity.

"She got hurt."

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I wrote this while being immobile due to period cramps ;(

Thanks for readingggggg

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