Chapter 60

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Strong yellowish sunlight streams into my room through the curtain. I blink, stroking my heavy lids. I turn and grab the black device in my palm; it's too early, though I'm sure I won't be able to fall asleep again. I sit up, massaging my eyes when I catch another silhouette in my room. A squeal of surprise escapes my mouth. Corbyn is sitting in the chair of my desk opposite my bed. He has his legs stretched and crossed in front of him; his fingers are playing with a piece of paper. I notice the black shadows under his exhausting eyes; his shoulders and posture are stiff yet, burrowed. His eyes don't shine as usual.

"Last night..." He starts. "I shouldn't have said what I did. I was furious at Robert, at my parents. I was hell out of anxious and didn't have a damn idea what to do. I'm sorry I took it out on you," He sighs. "This is not an excuse about what I said, but I want you to understand that I didn't mean any of it. I have issues with my anger; you know that. I'm just trying to handle it, which isn't as easy as I would have hoped." He runs his hand through his unruly golden hair. The sun has blanked him with a shade of golden color; he looks so handsome right now. He doesn't try to say something else. A few silent seconds pass till I whisper.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I filled a motion explaining what happened along with the changed documents of his proving his scam. They were delivered to the court this morning. Robert is out of the case for good. The trial will continue again in two weeks." I nod, and a relief relaxes me. I place a strand of my hair behind my ear. He leans closer so that his elbows rest on his knees.

"Like I said last night, I wanted some time to think. I've been around lawyers all my life; I know how to deal with them. I needed to get my head to it. And have some clarity." He adds. I break the intense eye contact, feeling like an idiotic fool. I was so self-centered last night. I wanted to be there for him, but I didn't realize that he craved for some hours alone to regain his balance and peace.

"I'm sorry too," I whisper, looking up to meet his eyes. "I didn't mean what I said, or...about what I implied. I'm sorry, it was immature and wrong. It was the anger talking, not me." He titles his head to the side, regarding me thoughtfully. "Sorry," I mouth. When the silence stretches, my eyes widen as a realization dawns on me.

"You believe me, don't you?" My voice waves; the fear cracking my tone.

"I don't know," His voice fades away. "The fact that you said it...Have you thought about it? I mean..." His eyes travel around the room as he rocks his head. "What if things go south between us? Do I have to worry if we have a heated fight you'll run to some other guy? What will happen the next time I push you away without meaning to do so? I don't think I'm up for something like that, Amelia."

The time ceases to pass, and the moment the words leave his kissable lips, my brain blanks; my world without Corbyn; a chaotic hell. My lids blink at the rapid speed of my accelerating heartbeat. The thought of him abandoning me, along with my insecurities of losing him, causes my heart to splinter into million pieces.

My vision blurs, transforming the image of my reality before darkening it as if small black dots connect. Although, I take a glimpse of his tall and walking figure moving towards me. I sense hands touch my cold cheeks. The melodious and faint voice of his booms like a secret prayer; a litany.

"Breathe, Amelia,"

Only then do I realize that I've sealed my lips; a gush of oxygen graces my lugs. I regard him, clearly then, sitting in front of me, his blue sapphire eyes locked with mine, radiating confidence, yet, I discern a light faint of worry lurking behind his dark eyelashes.

"You're breaking up with me?" I breathe; moments after I gain the strength to speak up. "I swear, I d-didn't..."

"I'm messing with you," He whispers, leaning closer as the movement of his lips stroke, lovingly, mine. His smirk brightens up his angelic facial characteristics. I'm in awe of his beauty; my mind, finally, relaxes. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding hostage within me. My brow falls upon his; I close my lashes, regaining my inner peace. He plants a silly kiss on my forehead, though, this isn't enough for me.

I glance up. I wind my arms around his neck and climb on his lap. I connect our lips and bury my fingertips between his unruly blonde strands. His evasive tongue pries its way between my lips. I break the dependant and passionate kisses, panting to gaze down at him.

"You can joke about anything else except that. Okay?" I please; my tone is begging. I have never felt more exposed to him, like now, as the first time I admitted that I loved him. I'm uncovered utterly before him; my insecurities, doubts, and concerns are free for him to take advantage of or scatter all of them to bits, restoring my balance.

His eyes widen abruptly, and I know he can decipher the vulnerability of mine trembling from inside of me. He circles a strand of my hair between his two fingers before nodding in agreement.

"I'm sorry,"

"I didn't mean that. I was..."

"I know," He reassures me softly. "Just please don't ever say something like that,"

"I won't," I shake my head. "I promise. It was sick. I don't know how I would have felt if you had said that to me last night," My fingers caress his cheek, and I discern the tightness around his eyes along with the blackness under them.

"Did you sleep at all?" I ask, rocking my head to the side.

"I didn't have any time. I will have plenty of hours to sleep through on the flight. Don't worry," My angel gives away one of his small, rare, and disarming smiles. Though, I gasp.

"You're leaving?"

"Yea, for a few days." My constant and deep frown formed between my eyebrows indicates him to explain further. "I have to go to Florida to my sister. I need to see her, and I have arranged some appointments with the lawyers that got me through rough times. They will be able to help me now. And I won't have the fear of them being my father's pawns."

My lack of enthusiasm exposes my absolute disappointment with his idea. I fall right on him, cuddling him tightly. I gaze up; after a few seconds.

"I don't want you to go," I confess.

"I don't want to go either," He whispers, looking directly into my fuzzy eyes. "But I have to," He kisses my lips so softly as if it was a cotton feather of a peck.

"When is your flight?"

"We have some hours," He smiles. I trap my hands between his golden hair, tugging it and stroking his scalp.

"And how many days will you be gone?" He leans back, offering me clearer access; he looks like he's enjoying it.

"Ten days,"

"What?" I squeal, untrapping my fingertips. He seems ambushed by my outburst and volume of voice.

"Baby, I have to go,"

"Ten days?" I fall back on the mattress, noisily. I duck my face under my hands. I loath this plan. He untangles my hands after lying on top of me. He places my hands on each side of my face, as he holds them by my wrists. His smile is so beautiful; the one I will not see for the next ten days.

"I'll miss you too," He breathes. His nose caresses mine. When his eyes browse around the contours of my face, they narrow.

"You didn't sleep well last night?" While awaiting my response, his eyes travel up and down, hungry to discover their own sort of evidence.

"Not really," I bite my bottom lip while he pecks at my cheek.

"Sorry," He sighs. "I sleep better with you too," He smiles.

"Well, I'm not getting much productive sleep for the next ten days either," I push my bottom lip out to win his empathy, though, it has the exact opposite effects. He leans on me and captures my lip between his teeth, and tugs it softly so that I'm graced with a sea of goosebumps all over me. His smirk is the last thing I see before his mouth covers mine, and I get lost in his addictive kisses.

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