Show Me Your Soul

What happens if life throws you off track? What if someone asks you to trust him, even though you know nothing about him? Would you trust him?
Cecily Martesse is a normal student in her second year at college. Just when the next normal semester starts, she meets Ace - a handsome boy that throws her life upside down. Compelled by his words, his voice, his behavior, she finds herself getting dragged into a world full of secrets, unfaithfulness and deceit.
Just when she hears some devastating news about her brother, she has to face things she never knew she could endure.
A story about love, trust and friendship. Rated Mature for adult language and hot love scenes.


19. Tierra de Passions





The evening went by in a blink of an eye; we tasted some of the butter cream cake and I said goodbye to my friends, helping Francine and the others cleaning up everything afterwards.

I let myself fall on my bed as soon as we finished. I was beyond exhausted. I just had the energy to get out of my dress and brush my teeth. I looked around in my room and couldn’t believe what I had experienced a few hours ago; here on my bed. As I put on my sleeping shorts, I saw a small, red mark on my thigh.

“What the–?”

A hickey!

Drawing slow circles around it with my finger, I let the memory of Ace’s lips flash before my eyes. I could still feel every touch, every kiss, every caress. I shivered.

Okay, I had to make sure that I wouldn’t change my clothes in front of the girls.

I gulped and turned off the lights. Lucky for me that I hadn’t planned going to the beach soon.


My alarm woke me reliably at 8 a.m., yet I was surprised I woke. Or heard the noise. Although I slept more than six hours, my body still felt exhausted when I got out of my bed and I was very close to drink coffee. Fortunately, my sleepiness faded as soon as I had breakfast, so coffee wasn’t an option anymore. I got dressed and left – in my opinion – in time.

But as I drove while listening to my music, images of last night flashed before my eyes and heat spread through my body.

I was getting nervous.

What was I supposed to say or do when I’d see him? Should we talk about what happened yesterday? And what should I say? Thanks for giving me an orgasm

Jeez. I needed to be more comfortable with that if we were going to do those things more often since he was now my–

I turned off the engine as I arrived at my favorite place to park.

A sudden fear ran through my head.

Did it even mean something to him?

To me, it meant a lot. I was not sure it was the same for him.

I needed to talk to him, as soon as possible. My heart fluttered, yet I shook my head and pulled myself together. I wasn’t even this nervous when I had my first oral exam in front of some professors, why was I making a big deal of this?

I made my way through the entry door and went straight to the auditorium. Ruby texted me where they were sitting, so my eyes wandered shortly around the hall until I found them.  

As I made my way to them, I found myself scanning the whole hall looking for Ace, but he was nowhere to be found.

Probably he was going to skip the lectures and would come later.

Each time someone walked in through that damned door, my head snapped to its direction.

Dammit. I needed to calm down.

How could I face him if the only memory of last night was bursting my chest?

After finishing our lecture, I headed to the girl’s locker room, hoping that I would see him on my way.


I put on my lab coat and headed to Mi-Bi. Ruby waved at me and we started working.

The whole lab course was the same as usual. Boring as hell. We read in our script what microbiological experiences we had to do and worked up till lunch time. During the debriefing, I ached to text Ace, but… that would seem desperate.

He probably had other courses right now. I didn’t need to freak out.

I would text him later.

“Wanna grab a bite?”, Ruby asked when we left the lab.

“Sure”, I mumbled, hoping that lunch will disperse my triste thoughts.

Or maybe he’d be there.

With our trays full of food, we walked to Anna and Cassy who were chatting about their patients. Forks clinked while their talks pushed themselves to the back of my mind.

“Cecily, did you hand your report about your last surgery to Professor Perillo?”, Anna chirped.

I shoved some bread into my mouth, shaking my head.

I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss the surgery reports, especially when due date was in five days and I still had to hand the last report about periodontal access flap. Which I should have done last week.

“We could go to his office and hand it to him together”, she added, and I had to bite my tongue not to snap at her. Her cheerfulness about reports was annoying. And frankly, I couldn’t care less about those reports right now.

“No, I didn’t finish it yet. I will hand mine later”, I said, trying to sound as cheerful as she.

“Okay.” She sounded alarmed. “But you know, that Prof doesn’t like students handing in reports too late.”

“Yeah, I know”, I sighed. She meant well reminding me.

I let her babble about due dates, professors, and finally her favorite subject: exams. We kept nodding, mumbled “Mh-hm’s” and discussed some topics about the upcoming waves of exams until we all parted.

I walked to the parking lot and started the engine, turning the radio on full blast just to overhear my own damn thoughts.

This day was just crappy.

A crappy Monday to begin the crappy week. Great.

At home, I found Mom and Dad head over heels busy with packing their things and Mom giving me instructions.

“Don’t forget Marlene’s ballet classes, and there is enough food in the fridge for at least three days. Zazzy has a little, red spot behind her ear, so you need to make an appointment.”

“I know, I know, Maman”, I sighed.

She rushed from room to room with piles of clothes, sunscreen, Dad’s books, and other things, her voice ringing in my ear when she continued her little speech.

An hour later, their cab arrived and they hugged me and Marlene tightly. Mom reminded me of some other things in the house and garden until I rolled my eyes, pointing out that it wasn’t the first time I was home alone.

She smiled and got into the cab. Marlene and I watched them leave and went back inside.

“Oh, don’t be sad, Marlene. We’re going to have two weeks of fun and freedom”, I joked and nudged her with my elbow. Although I needed to learn for my exams, I promised her to do something nice this weekend.

I walked to my room, Anna’s words about the report bugging my head. She’d accomplished to give me a bad conscience, and I really needed to hand in that last report. I was always one of the students who did that a week or two later. Better not risk causing Perillo to make a scene in front of anyone.

So, first thing tomorrow would be those damn reports.

Together with kicking Ace’s butt when I would see him.

Or rather, if I would see him.


Yep, he was there.

Roaming along the hallway to get to the treatment room, I spotted – to my surprise – Aro leaning against the wall, talking in a low voice.

I stopped the moment I saw who he was talking to.

Ace’s tense face hit me hard, especially when he hissed, “You’ll get it next week.”

His eyes darted to me and his lips pressed together. It was obvious that he didn’t want me to know what this was about, but rather different emotions jumbled in me. My happiness to see him again and my anger at him for ignoring me were pushed away by the feeling of curiosity and confusion.

“Hey”, I said, my tone already slightly annoyed.

“Hi”, he replied, softer than I had expected.

I nodded briefly to Aro who narrowed his eyes as I stood in front of them. I shrunk. What was his problem?

“We need to go”, Ace said to Aro.

Aro cracked an askew grin. “Yeah, see ya”, he replied.

“What was that?”, I asked when we made our way to the rooms.

“What was what?” His body was tense, his jaw clenched.

“You and Aro. I’ve never seen you two alone together.”

Innocence coated my voice, but I still sounded curious. “What were you talking about?”


He had lied.

“Don’t lie to me”, I said firmly. “I’d rather have you say that you don’t want to talk about it than lie to my face.”

“Okay, it’s not something I want to talk about.”

“That is not what I meant!”, I snapped and stopped walking. Ace noted the tone in my voice and turned around.

He frowned as we stared at each other.

Arguing was the least thing I was planning to do. I sighed.

“Look, I don’t want to fight. I’ve wanted to see you because well… err, we need to talk about what happened… at the dinner party”, I stuttered.

“I know, but not now, okay?” He caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Do you want to grab a bite later? I just have to do–”, I asked but seeing his deep frown shattered my hopes for some plans tonight.

“So that means no”, I answered for him.

“I’m sorry, Cec, but I already have other plans. I’ll text you later.”


I rolled my eyes. By the time he dropped his hand, I walked past him and quickly entered the room. I didn’t give him a second glance or an answer. It was still pissing me off that he was so secretive, and that he didn’t even want to tell me about Aro. I didn’t want to show him how much his words and behavior were bugging me, so I kept my head high and disappeared behind the door.

I’d thought the treatment would clear my head, and it did, in fact. It had been more complicated than I’d thought and even Rayden had to call the Professor to take a look. They all probably wanted to spend their after-work hours at home or the golf course, but patients come first.

Either way, I was glad when we finished and I finally got home.


The week passed by and except a few times, I didn’t see Ace at all. Most of the times, he came late to some tutorials or courses or just showed up when he had to treat a patient and left simply afterwards.

I decided to keep my distance.

If he didn’t make an attempt to talk to me, then I wouldn’t chase after him.

I’ll text you.

That’s what he promised, and so far he didn’t keep it. Well, except for a “Hey” I didn’t get any messages.

It would’ve been quite less hurtful if he hadn’t texted but spent some time with me. Or at least explained his absence. And indifference.

I didn’t understand him. At all. He had been honest and told me about his feelings but now he was ignoring me.

Maybe he was fed up.

Especially that thought clung to my brain and left a bitter taste.

To my surprise, I plunged into studying: I was most of the times at the library or read some chapters in my textbooks.

I was startled to find the library even that full. Ambitious, or stressed students that were in a hurry with their assignments, essays or other papers perched on uncomfortable chairs the whole day till late at night.

Yep, finals were coming.

Hours passed, and my head seemed to metamorphose into a mass of lead with every page I wrote about that patient’s disease and surgery.

I yawned, stretching my limbs. I looked at my phone to see it was almost midnight.

Oh boy, time flew when you were busy.

Sighing, I pressed the print button and mentally made a note to buy new printer ink, so I wouldn’t have to do it here next time. Ugh… the next report.

“Excuse me, but we close at midnight”, the librarian huffed.

I know, lady!

My answer was to grab my things and walking to the hallway.

When I arrived at my car, my phone buzzed.

There were a few missed calls.

And a message.

Hey, Cec, Ace texted.

Hey, Cec??? Really, Ace? Is that all I get from you? I dumped my phone to the passenger’s seat.

Two could play that ignoring-each-other-game.

College was sucking my energy, and I was more than grateful for this coming weekend to regain some strength.

Too lazy to nuke the gratin I had cooked yesterday, I grabbed an apple and settled on the couch. Marlene was already asleep, but I could watch Jurassic Park on full blast and she wouldn’t wake.

I zapped though the channels until I found myself watching the last scene of an old Julia Roberts movie.

Blah blah… man sees her, man falls in love with her, happy ending.

I hated lovers.

But I still missed my telenovela. I wished I could watch the latest episode. My cousins already kept annoying me with spoilers but I refused to see those.

My phone started to buzz again.

R U okay?, Ace texted.

No, I’m not.

Hey Ace, you just ignored me the whole week while I was longing for some answers to my questions, because that night I shared the most intimate experience in my life with you, yet you seem utterly unimpressed and indifferent; but hey, apart from that, I’m fine.

I didn’t write that.

I didn’t text anything.

I continued watching some bullshit shows on TV until there was a knock on the door.

I glanced through the viewer, sucking in a breath before I opened the door.

It was Ace.

He was wearing the same jeans as usual, together with a plain black shirt and black leather jacket. Eyes behind some nerd glasses he was wearing which made me stare a couple of moments before grasping that Ace was standing in front of me. Eyes that were looking at me firmly and humorless.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, Cec, I just happen to be here in the neighborhood.” The sarcasm in his voice was evident. He turned his stone-cold eyes to me. “I kept texting you and you didn’t reply.”

Although he didn’t put it as a question, I nodded, crossing my arms.

“Well, I don’t have to reply anything, especially since you didn’t make any attempt to talk to me the whole week.”

I was starting to get nervous. The night was chilly and I wasn’t wearing very much. The fact that I was standing in front of an intimidating person only increased my goose bumps.

“That’s what this is about? You’re upset because I was busy?” He snorted. “That’s so childish, Cec.”

Okay, the way he was presenting it, it sounded stupid. Nonetheless, that didn’t give him the right to mock me. My cheeks felt hot despite this chilly night and anger boiled inside me.

“Okay, then I guess I’m too childish to talk to you, so good night!” I wanted to shut the door but he pushed his hand against it.

At least he didn’t grin. In fact, he was all serious. “Don’t be huffy. Believe me, I would rather have been with you than being busy with what I had to do.”

And of course he wouldn’t tell me what this thing is he was busy with, so I didn’t even bother asking.

“Then I don’t want to prevent you from whatever it is that you were doing! Why even bother coming to my house, Ace?!” I tried to close the door but his arm was as hard as iron.

“Because I was worried about you”, he said in a low voice.

I stopped pushing and looked him in the eyes. He was still serious. No grinning, no laughing, no humor.

“Why didn’t you text me those last days?”, I whispered, feeling stupid for even asking.

Scratching the back of his head, he sighed. “I told you, I had something to do.”

I prayed for calmness, even though his answers were making me furious. Lucky for him, he must have sensed that I needed some explanation.

His features softened when he gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be mad at me, it was something important. Eddy’s wife was in hospital and I had to help him at the repair shop.” He yawned, rubbing his eyes. Just now, I noted dark circles plastered under his eyes as well as the stubbles on his jaw. 

“Oh my God, is she okay?”, I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, they needed to implant a coronary stent.”

“Oh… I hope she gets well soon.”

I sighed, a less annoyed than before. I had no idea he had to work that much.

I was worried about you.

No matter how mad I was at this idiot, that little sentence melted my heart. I opened the door further. I couldn’t deny it; it was flattering to hear he came all the way just to look after me.

He stepped in with a grin on his face that made me regret my decision instantly.

“Good girl”, he said and caressed my cheek. I slapped his hand away; I was still pissed, heart-melting words or not – I was not going to forgive him just like that.

I decided to usher him to our living room – a neutral zone. I closed the doors to the hallway and dining room when Ace sat down on the couch. It was at this moment that I noticed he was holding something under his jacket.

“Also, I came because I have a surprise for you–”

“My laptop!”, I half-shouted when he pulled it out.

He placed it on the table and booted it up. Wow, it was already faster than before. “Wow, how did you–? Never mind, I don’t understand a thing about that IT stuff. Is it virus-free now?”

He nodded briefly and waited for the screen to show the field where to enter my keyword. I typed it and was most relieved to see that he hadn’t changed it to annoy me.

“Now I can watch the next episode of my telenovela”, I said, more to myself. Right now, that was the only thing that interested me the most.

“Thank you”, I smiled.

He tilted his head. “And what do I get as a thank-you gift?”, he said in a low voice, coming closer to me.

“W-What?”, I gulped. I slid on the couch away from him until my back hit the armrest. He crawled over me, his body cloaking mine.

His fingers wandered slowly under my tank top and my pulse quickened.

“You don’t have any ideas?” He ran his nose against my cheek.

I wetted my lips.

“Stop… stop, Ace, please… I’m ticklish…”, I begged, my voice thin. But he didn’t care if I pleaded or not, he just continued.

“Cec, you’re too coy”, he whispered against my ear. “But I’m sure you’re a wild animal beneath.”

He smirked. My eyes widened.

He really thought that!

Was I wild? Hm… I was feisty, brash, and sometimes I had a temper.

I gasped as his fingers reached my breasts, his thumbs dancing on my skin. His eyes narrowed, and his smirk vanished.

“If you don’t want me to lose completely control over myself, you need to put a bra on. Your nips were distracting me since you’d opened the door.”

His tone was so casual that I needed a second to process what he just said.

And then it hit me like a brick. I looked down at my shirt and saw those two stiff peaks underneath my top.

I yelped and got up, running to our laundry room. His chuckle was all I heard till I closed the door and searched for a bra inside the laundry bag. Jackpot! I buried my face into my hands. God, could this get any more embarrassing…

I walked back to the living room, finding a disappointed Ace piercing me with his look. He probably hoped I’d stand here in just my underwear. Or naked.

He flashed pure innocence when he said, “Let’s watch a movie.”

I raised my brows.

“And no, I wasn’t thinking about a dirty movie”, he replied to my unspoken thought.

He leaned back, only one side of his lips kicking up.


I shifted on my feet, unsure about his offer. I was still kind of angry at him. Hm, was I? Maybe this was just my ego poking me.

“You can pick”, he sighed.

Sounded fair. Grinning, I typed the only thing I knew he would hate the most.

I sat next to him but he pulled me to him. My legs hooked with his, and I dropped my cheek over his chest.

I reached to press the play button. “Did I mention it’s in French?”, I said sweetly.

His hand slid between my hair. Casually. Almost absent-mindedly.

“I don’t mind.”

The title appeared on the screen and Ace snorted. “Tierra de passions?”

“Mmm…”, I purred, a little distracted with his hand in my hair. “Your accent is awful.”

“Don’t tell me you speak Spanish too.”

“No. But I know that you need to roll the R and the S is sharp and fizzy.”

Somehow, I wished to teach him French someday. Just to hear how horrible his accent would be and laugh at him. The first scene appeared and I plunged into my series.

“So, what’s this story about?”, he asked, crossing his legs at his ankles.

I spoke without taking my eyes off the screen. “Intrigues. Drama. Love. Typical Mexican telenovelas.”

He groaned. “I didn’t think you were into cheesy stuff.”

“I’m not. It’s just… different from all those Netflix series.” Which I also watched.

I placed my chin on the back of my hand, looking up at him. “You said I could pick.”

I directed my gaze back to the hot Mexican guy who was talking to Irena, one of the main character. Okay, I maybe watch the series because of the hot guys there too.

Last episode ended with a cliffhanger and I was eager to see what was going to happen.

Zazzy, our cat, wandered along the living room and meowed. She jumped on the couch and settled on the other end, licking her paw.

I tried to focus on the screen, but Ace’s hand was more focused on my skin. His hand slipped underneath my top, drawing small circles on the same spot. Over and over.

My mouth felt dry.

Watching it in French with no subtitles sure wasn’t very exciting for him. Maybe that’s why he was trying to dub it with ridiculous sentences or a fake Spanish accent.

I laughed.

This was not what I was used to. When I watched those episodes, it was always quiet.

Because I watched them by myself.

Which was a good thing, because those make-out sessions were… close to a porn. Heat welled up my cheeks as the tenth make-out session appeared.

“I’m sorry, usually they don’t make out every two minutes”, I whined, feeling like I should apologize for it.

He arched his eyebrows and suppressed a grin. “Yeah… right.”

Again, some guy was sticking his tongue inside a girl’s throat. I jumped from my spot, making Zazzy hiss at me and slammed a pillow against his face. “Y-You can’t see that!”

I sounded like a ten-year old.

Ace chuckled and removed the pillow from his face. “Why? It’s not a big deal, they’re just making out. And not even as good as we do.”

His eyes sparkled.

Oh no.

I knew what that expression meant. I closed my laptop and moved to the other end of the couch, shooing Zazzy away.

“You’re trying to seduce me.”

He barked a laugh. “I’m not trying. You just get seduced by everything I say.”

I narrowed my eyes. “That’s not true. Let’s… let’s talk about something neutral. I bet you’ll still make some nasty comments.”

I glanced at my laptop and had a flash of thought. “What was the problem with my laptop? Explain that computer stuff.”

He smirked. “Deal.”

He started talking.

With his glasses on his nose, he looked different. Hot different. Especially when he said words I had never heard.

I’d never thought that cleverness could be so hot!? Okay, I needed to focus on what he was saying, otherwise I’d lose my bet.

“After I downloaded Malwarebytes, I ran the setup file and followed the wizard to install the program. Once installed, Malwarebytes checks for updates and launches the app itself”, he explained as if I had any idea what he was talking about. I was a lame duck at informatic. Even Noah had given up explaining those things to me.

But it didn’t matter now. I was more focused on his lips as he was full in his element. He talked with such a confidence and knowledge that it left me dumbfounded. Clearly, he had spent a lot of time learning how this stuff worked.

“And after it began the scanning, it didn’t reopen, so you probably had a rootkit or a deep infection that automatically kills scanners to prevent them from removing it.”

Still no idea.

He said those geek-words and somehow I could barely stay still.

I pressed my lips together, trying to leash those feelings.

“… Mix-me-stick is a self-bootable USB device. It identifies viruses and malware”, he explained once he saw my clueless face. “Like spyware or Trojans. It includes security software from Sophos. And Kaspersky. Ever heard of one of them? Because–”

Okay, that’s it.

Before I could process what I was doing, I moved to him and threw my body against him, mumbling “I’m sorry” before I pressed my lips on his.

He was taken aback from my sudden move but didn’t resist.

My thighs moved to his lap, my lips brushing his raw jawline. Deep down, I knew I should push him away for the way he had acted the whole week. And I wanted to pull away before I would lose completely my mind but I simply couldn’t. My senses had been more than seduced by him and I couldn’t think straight.

Warm breaths mingled when he pulled me closer to him until there was no space between us.

“Hot Mexican… make-out sessions… don’t seduce you… but boring computer stuff”, he said, panting.

The loss of his lips left me somehow hollow but pressing my lips against his neck rewarded me with a deep sound. He groaned, his hand slowly traveling down to my hips.

His breathing quickened while I moved closer to him. Subconsciously, I pressed my hips harder against him. My thighs tightened over the fabric of his jeans. I rubbed myself against him, back and forth on his lap until I could feel him clearly.

My body began to tremble.

Suddenly, I noticed what I was doing right now.

“A few kisses and you’ve already got a hard-on”, I taunted.

A deep, soft chuckle escaped his mouth when my lips wandered up to meet his. I nipped at his bottom lip, making him moan.

Pheromones were deluging my reason, my lips consuming him. His hands traveled down to my butt, perfectly cupping my cheeks.

“I love your ass”, he said, squeezing them under his hands.

I chuckled, feeling his erection even more.

As we broke apart for air, I rested my forehead against his and gathered some much-needed oxygen. His smirk told me everything and I smiled back, sinking into his hold.

“I-I’m sorry… I interrupted you. I’m sorry”, I repeated.

“Stop apologizing”, he said and let his hands move to my back.

I touched my swollen lips and debated whether I had crossed a line or overstepped completely. I know I spaced out sometimes but I never spaced out to the point where I got turned on like that. I just jumped at him because he said some computer-things!? I was definitively not normal.


“Stop, baby”, he said and smiled. His eyes switched from my eyes to my lips.  

“You know what, fuck it.”

In a blink of an eye he was over me, making my back land on the couch. I smirked and removed his glasses as he bent down.

His lips crushed back on mine – longing, fiercely, claiming. One hand supported him, the other reached for my breast. He groaned into my throat.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have told you to put a bra on”, he cursed before his tongue slipped into my mouth, making my toes clench.

He pressed his hips between my legs, the bulge in his pants growing against my sex. I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

Drunk on endorphins my only desire was to touch him, to move my hand under the soft hem of his t-shirt to feel his warm, hard skin. I had been hyped up during the whole week and all I needed right now was Ace… Ace. I wanted him so badly.

Something vibrated.

The phone in his pocket made this annoying sound.

“Ignore it”, he said.

I wanted to. But it just. Wouldn’t. Stop. Ringing.

We both groaned.

Arms moved away from my neck to fumble inside his pocket. I moaned, pissed at him and annoyed by this sudden interruption. His lips broke away from mine and he looked at the screen. He frowned. Something flickered in his eyes.

Maybe it was something important? It had to be…

My heart was aching.

He answered his phone and growled, “What?!”

I flinched. His voice was just as hard as his features. He lifted his upper body and got up. My blood cooled down and a chill ran down my spine. And not a good chill. A scary chill.

Who was that? And although I didn’t want to let that thought cross my mind, the question pushed itself forward: What was more important right now than what we were doing?

He ran his hand through his hair and mumbled “Mh-hm… Fuck no” and at the end “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hung up and slid his phone back in his pocket.

“Who was that?”, I asked as soon as he hung up.

He crawled back on top of me and mumbled “No one important.”

He ran his nose along my cheek, inclining his head to kiss me again but I shoved him away.

“Who was that?”, I asked again, glaring at him.

“Don’t be so damn nosy, Cec. It wasn’t anyone that should concern you.”

Oh no, not this time, Ace.

“I am not nosy. But I thought we were past this. Past being secretive toward each other.”

He thrusted his hand through his hair. “Why can’t you trust me? I told you not to worry about it.”

I scowled. “Because you never gave me any reason to trust you. Or should I remind you of all the times you didn’t mention something or certain persons to me.”

His face was getting stern, his eyes hard. “I’ve never given you a reason to mistrust me.”

My former anger rose. “You have no right to act offended, Ace. You kept ignoring me for days and silenced me with some cryptic answers.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I got up. “No, I’m not. But that’s not even the point! I should know everything about you! I should know what you do and I should know what you think or want or hate or anything.”

His eyes flashed as he came closer. “There are things you really don’t need to know, Cec.”

The feeling of frustration overcame me. His words were like arrows. Pointed and piercing through me.

“Fantastic!”, I snapped and my vision blurred. “I was longing for answers and all you do is excluding me. At college, you’re that secretive person and here, you’re avoiding serious talks!”

“You want a serious talk?” He looked down to me. “Okay, let’s talk seriously now. What do you want, Cec? If you want to be together with me, then you have to accept the fact that there are things I won’t tell you.”

Moments of silence passed. I was in a bubble. And that bubble felt like it was about to shatter.

My hands were trembling, my body becoming rigid.

“Was that Victoria?”, I asked, barely a whisper. My heart ached more than ever at the thought of the two of them, but I didn’t want to believe it.

His face remained hard.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked, jaw clenched.

“You dodged my question. Was that Victoria?”, I said, my voice steadier than the rest of my body. I didn’t know why I even wanted to know. But all I knew was that I needed to know.

He turned around and reached for his jacket. “I won’t answer that question”, he barked. “And I’m sick of your distrust.”

“And I’m sick of your behavior!”, I shouted, my vision too blurred to see his face properly. “You said all those beautiful things to me a week ago and yet you still treat me like a piece of shit! Is this all just a game for you? A sick game you’re playing to get into my pants?” I blinked a few times. I wouldn’t start crying. Not right now.

He scowled and headed to our front door.

“Really? No answer?”, I said, following him through our front yard. His steps were big and I needed to jog to keep up with him.

I pulled him by his arm and forced him to turn around.

“Were you meeting her? Is this why you didn’t want to tell me?”

He lips were a thin line. “Are you serious right now?”, he hissed and ripped the door to his car open.

I am dead serious.

And I was done.

“I’m done, Ace”, I said, suddenly feeling too weary. “I’m done with your secrets, your moods and you.”

All the beautiful, heart-melting, tender, funny and loving words he had ever said to me vanished when he opened his mouth.

“And I’m done proving something. I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone. Not Victoria. Or anyone else. You just imagine things in your head and think that every guy is like your unfaithful father and going to cheat on you anyway–”

I whirled around and slapped him. Hard. Fiercely.

He did not just say that.

My fingers were numb the moment my palm touched his cheek. My body was numb.

“I didn’t tell you the most personal thing just so you could throw it at my face!”

His cheek was rosy but he didn’t flinch. 

“Leave!”, I said and shoved him. “Go! Go away!”

He did what I wanted him to do. For the first time… he had listened to me. He drove away and didn’t give me a second glance.

When I didn’t hear his car anymore, I went back inside our house and felt my legs giving up under me. Pain and desperation welled inside my chest. I felt the tears burn in my eyes but this time, I didn’t hold them back.





A/N: Hey there, you loyal readers. Sorry for the delay and for the sad chapter :’(

But don’t worry, their story hasn’t finished yet, more chapters are coming soon!

Love you all, XOXO Mirette C.

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