Sometimes, I'm an idiot.

Okay, most of the time.

I say stupid things, make stupid choices that eventually turn around to bite me in the butt later. Then I spend a part of my life awake at two a.m thinking about my stupid mistake as if the more I thought about it maybe some day an opportunity would present it's self to change the past.

Which, pft, never happens.

But I torture myself for a good couple of hours in the middle of night anyways pondering over what I should have done or said.

I know that, right now, I'm in the middle of one of those situations. Bain White is downstairs in my living room and I'm hiding in my bedroom.

I sigh and grab a brush starting to brush my hair.

If I go down there and he wants to be his cocky, pretentious, overwhelmingly sexy self then I don't know if I'm strong enough to stand up to him. I want to prove that I'm strong. That I will not bend to his every will.

I get dressed and while braiding my hair I try and muster up the confidence I need.

"I'm not it, I'm not her. I won't be the Bad Boy's Toy."

I nod to my reflection and walk downstairs to find Bain in my kitchen making himself a sandwich.

"Making yourself at home are we?"

"We are." He smiles making me notice his sexy stubble and bites into his sandwich. "I was starved."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." I toss the kitchen towel at him and he takes it wiping his mouth.

"I'll keep that in mind for later." He smirks and I freeze flinching. Does he have to make comments like that?

I ignore him and sigh picking up his mess after him. "What? No snippy come back? What are you sick or something?" He leans against the counter crossing his arms at his chest and I shrug. "None of your concern."

Oh I'm good.

"Alright then." He nods and I face him mirroring him crossing my arms. "Why are you here, Bain?"

"Am I not welcome?"

"I never said that. It's just been a while since you've just popped in at my house."

"So your saying you miss me?" He smirks.

I roll my eyes and turn to continue wiping the imaginary mess off the counter. "Please, don't flatter yourself."

He stays quiet for what feels like forever and I turn around to find him staring at me.

"What?" I say my face heating up.

He shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. "Nothing."

I shake my head and sigh. "Why are you here, Bain?"

"What kind of question is that, Airwood?"

My eyebrows scrunch together. "The kind of question you ask someone that has ignored you for a month and then randomly shows up at your house like they care."

He stays quiet and stares at me some more.

And that's when I lose my cool, and let him have it. "You know what is your problem, Bain? You ignore me even after and I call and text you time and time again, and here you are standing in my kitchen making yourself food and staring at me like a maniac. What the hell are you doing? What the hell do you want from me Bain?" My voice raices and I can feel my throat and cheeks burn from my anger and blood pressure rising.

I might be letting this go out of hand and yes I know I will regret it later, but I'll be damned if I let Bain White tell me to jump and I just stand by and say how high.

"Are you going to answer me or are you going to just stand there and stare at me some more?"

He nods his head and wipes his hands together. "You've grown a back bone, Airwood. That's for sure."

I cross my arms and blush rises to my cheeks. "Well.... yeah."

He walks slowly closer to me and I walk backwards desperately not wanting to be close to him right now.

But of course my luck, I gasp when my back hits the counter and he places both of his hands on either side of me on the counter and I gulp trying to keep my nerve together. Being this close to him is definitely dangerous.

"Wasn't it you giving me attitude that put us in this, whatever this is, in the first place?" Those unbelievably intense forest green eyes look into mine, his voice a deep hush that sent chills down my spine, in the most delicious way possible.

I'm so weak.

"Um," I mumble keeping my hands to my side. Shit, shit, shit.

"Hmm," He says and leans in closer and I close my eyes out of instinct and I feel his lips brush against my ear lobe and my lips part involuntarily giving out a soft sigh. "You should really be careful with how you talk to me. Because I could make you fall apart right here, put you back together with just a couple of touches then make you fall apart again. I know you think just because you raise your voice at me and puff up that perfect chest that I'm just going to let you yell at me?" The anger builds inside of me again then he bites my earlobe and nibbles on the skin below it making me hiss in pain when he sucks on it and I moan softly when he soothes the pain with his tongue. "Incase you haven't noticed, I'm in control."

Before I could say anything he lifts me up on the counter, spreads my thighs stepping in between them.

I've never wanted to tell someone stop and don't you dare stop or I'll kill you, at the same time.

He reaches behind me and I decide in my head that's it I'm giving up I'm too weak.

Then he backs away, smirks at me, and bites into the apple he got from the bowl behind my back.

"You really shouldn't mess with me, sweet heart. Don't worry, I'll just be in the living room watching your t.v while you go change out of those wet clothes. I know it must be," the bastard smirks, "uncomfortable." And with that he bites into the apple with those luscious lips and walks away into my living room.

And this is it. The moment that I will spend many nights thinking about at 2am for like, the rest of my life.

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After coming back downstairs from changing, not that I'd let him have the satisfaction knowing that I actually did need a new change of underwear, I walked to the couch and grabbed the remote turning off my t.v.

"No more games, Bain. Start talking."

He sits up from lying down on my couch and pats the spot next to him. "Take a seat, Ms. Airwood."

I stare at that gesture for a moment contemplating if that was a good Idea or not. No way am I falling into his trap again.

"It's okay. I won't bite." He says and I raise my eyebrow. He smiles, "This time."

I sigh and take the spot next to him but leaning towards the side facing him trying to be farther away. "Talk." I say and he looks at me.

Damn he would have made a great hypnotist with those eyes.

"Honestly, I can't really tell you why I'm here."

I roll my eyes. "Bull."

"No," he says sternly, "I'm serious, Ash."

I look up from my lap at him when he says my name. When Bain is playing games with me he calls me by my last name, but when he's being the man I know he is inside, the man behind the mask, he calls me Ash.

He licks his lips and rubs the back of his neck. "I can't tell you because, I don't exactly know myself."

I raise my eyebrow. "Okay.... I'm listening."

"There's things. Lots of things that you don't and never will understand about me. Because I hardly understand myself. Sometimes in moments.... you got a bit too close and I just didn't know what to do with you."

Sadly my heart swells. It warms to the thought that he's so misunderstood. Sometimes I want to choke him, but its how he was made this way that makes me soft inside for him.

"The fact that, I don't know what to do scares the shit out of me."

He's.... telling me his feelings?

"I don't know what to do. I don't know anything. But what I do know is that, I do want you to not be mad at me anymore. To just wait... have some patience. Can you do that?"

I'm so shocked to pieces I hardly know what to say.

Then, "So Bain White is apologizing?" I smirk and he sighs. "Can you just shut the fuck up and say yes?"

"Okay."

He looks at me, his green eyes clear as day and a small smile on his face. "Okay?"

I smile. "Okay."

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