Chapter 15: Ending (Indie’s POV)
For the past couple of minutes, Wabara has been trying to convince me to stay the night. And I’ve been saying I should go home. I also need to stop by the grocery store and buy some tampons and pads.
For a second, I had a scare, thinking I got fucking pregnant. But I’m not late for my period and I already have all the pre-period pains. Lower back, cramps, mood swings. So, I’m not pregnant. Not that I could be anyway because we used a condom every single time, we both made sure.
“Indigo!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down on top of him while he lay on the couch.
I huffed, looking down at him. “I have to go to the grocery store too, let me go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I grunted, trying to push myself up but he held my wrists down to his chest with one hand and put his other arm around my waist.
“Indigo,” he sang.
I lifted a single brow at him.
“Don’t go,” he whined.
“What are we going to do if I stay? We already had sex.”
“We’ll have sex again,” he shrugged.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Are you sure you’re not just looking for excuses to make me stay?”
“Why would I be doing that?” His brows furrowed.
“Right, of course, you wouldn’t be doing that. I have to go, I’ve got an errand to run.”
“What?” He looked at me with suspicion.
“A pregnancy test,” I said nonchalantly.
He blinked once, then twice. Then he fell into thought. “No,” he said slowly. “We were safe every single time. I thought about it when you started having mood swings. Ha.”
I snorted, putting my head down on his chest while laughing. “Let me go, Wabara.”
“No, why?” he whined, his hands moving down to my butt.
“Because I have something important to do.”
“What? I’ll take you.”
I sighed, staring at his face. “And you thought I was clingy.”
He worked his jaw and then flipped us over so I was underneath him. “You’re not clingy with me, I said that too. It’s gotta be one of us.”
“What if I was clingy? Then?”
His eyes traveled across my face, lingering on my lips.
“Then you probably wouldn’t want me, right?” I asked knowingly. It’s just how a guy’s brain works, isn’t it? When they don’t have something or when they can’t have something, they want it so bad, they’ll do anything to have it. And when they get it? They don’t want it anymore. “Hmm? Answer me,” I said softly.
“Right,” he said slowly.
Then maybe that’s what I should go. Be clingy. That way, he’ll let me go. Because I don’t know how much longer I can stay here with him. And not just tonight. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Because it’s becoming more than just physical and when he acts like this, like he wants me to stay with him like he wants me around, that only makes things much, much worse.
“Stay tonight. We don’t have any classes tomorrow.”
“Wabara.”
“Indie.”
My breath hitched in my throat.
He knows exactly what to do or say and when to say it. He chuckled, “I got you.” He leaned down and kissed me, lying down on top of me completely.