"I think of you whenever I am alone, so please don't go." —Joel Adams.

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"So, what movie would you like to watch?" Blaze asks while he skims through Netflix on my laptop.

I tuck a leg underneath me and hand him the bag of chips while I take a cupcake from the small carton.

"Anything is fine." I smile.

"Anything?" He lifts a brow mischievously, and I chuckle.

"Except horror...or anything with a possible sex scene..." I mumble the last part, but he hears and begins to laugh.

"Yeah. I remember that last time you almost shook us both off my dorm bed." He titters.

"We can watch that." I point at the recently re-made 'The Lion King.'

Blaze frowns but taps on it anyway. "Cartoon? Really?"

"No, it's not a cartoon; the graphics look more real than not. This is the recent one that came out some time ago."

"Alright, anything for you anyway." He says, and I smile.

He sets the laptop at the top of the bed, and we both lay onto our stomachs, watching the movie while we eat.

Blaze is hardly watching the production; he is more absorbed in eating the Doritos. I have shamelessly devoured two cupcakes so far, and when the bag of chips is finally empty, he shifts against the bed and rests his head against my back, watching the movie quietly.

The action earns a rapid increase in heart rate, but considering his head is right on my spine and his ear in a good range of hearing my irregular heartbeat, I try to remain calm, absentmindedly staring at the motion pictures as a distraction.

"How do you watch a bunch of animals talking and attempting to be human?" He comments, and my back vibrates as he speaks. It sends a weird thrill throughout my body, strangely arousing me.

"Well, fiction is better than reality sometimes, isn't it?" I reply.

He's quiet for a while, probably thinking about my response. Then his head moves against me in a small nod. "Yeah...that makes sense."

He stretches a hand forward and presses the space bar on the keypad. The movie pauses, and I scowl at him. "Hey, why'd you do that?"

"You want to know why?" He sits up and pulls my arm down with him so that he's lying on his back and me on top of him.

My petite body is trapped between his thighs while my chest is flat against his. My eyes grow a little larger at the position, and he smiles while peering up at me.

"I prefer watching 'you' instead...that's why." He mutters.

I blink at him, and he dances his eyebrows playfully while his eyes stay steady on mine. Being stared at so directly makes me nervous and self-conscious, and I am just staring back at him, not sure of what else to do.

We are looking at each other for a few minutes before I lower my eyes in defeat. "What are you doing..."

"Watching you." He chuckles. "Why'd you stop looking at me? It was so comforting."

"Blaze staring into each other's eyes is not comforting...it's...nerve-wracking."

His chest vibrates in laughter. "How is it? It feels good; to me."

I meet his eyes and find the strange yet beautiful emotion flickering in them again. The last time I asked him the reason for that peculiar glint, he said I was beautiful. So is that what he's thinking of me now? I suddenly wish I had used some of April's makeup. I actually had it in mind, but Maddie came and completely threw me off.

I swallow while he reaches his hand up and brushes a strand of hair from my eyes.

"Have you looked at the music sheet yet?"

"Not yet." I clear my throat, taking notice of the jitters in my voice.

"Okay..well, we can practice it together, whenever you're ready."

"Okay." I smile. "That sounds good."

He smirks. "Is this position uncomfortable?"

"Um, no, n-not at all."

"Oh. Cause I don't want you to shake us both off the bed again." And he laughs.

My cheeks are on fire, but I manage to join him in his laughter. Blaze is so observant, and he seems to not forget things easily. I had no idea he had been taking notice of how anxious I was that last time we were watching that sex scene together.

My phone makes a noise, indicating that a text came in, and we both shift our eyes to the iPhone lying on my bedside table.

"Probably my mom...or Collum," I mutter. The name Collum generates a strange look on Blaze's face, but he removes it in a blink. I wish I had the power to erase my emotions so fast.

I reach over and grab my cell. My lower half is still caged between his thighs while my upper body is positioned off him as I slide the screen open. Blaze is also curiously gazing at my phone while he uses his index finger to draw small circles on my back.

❤

A loud hiss comes from behind me, and I look back at him agitatedly. It makes me nervous whenever Kite interacts with me in Blaze's presence because I know how short-tempered he gets when it comes to him. Especially after that misunderstanding at the pool party.

"I won't answer," I assure him, but he grips my waists and positions me off him as he sits up. His face is stoned, and I wish my phone hadn't made that notification sound.

We were enjoying each other's company so much.

"I won't answer, Blaze."

"Why the hell's he still texting you, Harmony?"

His tone is stern, and I am fearful because this side of Blaze is the side I hate so much; just one glare is enough to have me crying.

"I don't know." I sigh. "I really don't know..."

"Tell the fucker you like someone else, I mean, don't you?"

I nod and bite my lower lip.

"Then tell him, so he backs off."

"I told him...but he won't stop...he won't give up," I mutter.

Blaze hisses again, rolling his eyes, and I move closer to him. "I don't like him, okay? I like you...you're the one I like."

He sighs. "Yeah. I am heading back to my dorm; he threw off the whole mood."

He gets up, raking his fingers through his hair, and I feel an emotional hammer to my heart.

He's leaving. I don't want him to go, but I have learned that being clingy when he is angry only earns more heartbreak for me. He doesn't respond to it well.

I sigh and lower my eyes to my sheets. It's pointless and embarrassing to run after him like a lost, desperate puppy.

Tears gather in my eyes as he moves to the door, but then he stops in his tracks, and I watch as his body raises in a heavy sigh. He runs a hand over his face, then turns around and walks back over to me.

The bed dips as he sits beside me, and I look up at him, my teary green eyes possibly looking pathetic right now.

"I am sorry," he mutters. "I won't leave. I just got mad."

I nod and wipe my eyes.

He pulls me into a tight hug against his chest, and I breathe in his scent as I close my eyes.

"Don't cry. I am not leaving, alright? At least not again. Kite won last time, but he won't win this time...you're mine."

He moves away and looks me in the eyes. We are locking stares for the second time tonight, but this time does not make me as uneasy as the first.

Slowly, he ventures to close the space between our mouths, resting his forehead against mine. He brushes his lips against mine before slowly connecting them. I kiss him back and feel him moan in my mouth with satisfaction.