Chapter Thirty-Four
“Mmmmm!” I yawned, extending my arms in an attempt to stretch them. The previous night, I neither had any dreams nor the darker equivalents. I slept perfectly, though couldn’t figure out why.
“So, you’re finally up,” Nick’s distinct voice mumbled hoarsely.
Startled, I twisted my body in the direction of his voice and immediately jolted out of happy mood as I saw he lay beside me, his shirt eluding his torso.
“Nick…” I trailed off as he shot me a goofy grin oblivious to my discomfort.
“Elle?” he questioned, leaning closer to me. Before I was aware of what was occurring, his lips had planted themselves on my cheek. Stunned, I merely drew back, gaping in response.
“What the hell!” I cried, quickly stumbling out of the bed I had slept peacefully in the night prior.
“I knew this was going to happen,” he sighed, shaking his head.
“What are you talking about?” I demanded forcefully.
“Elle, what happened yesterday?” he countered.
I opened my mouth, prepared to recall everything that had happened the day before, when I stopped myself and thought about it for a moment. “Well, we went out with Kara and John, and then I-I got mugged.”
“What else?” he prompted.
“I came back to the apartment, and then-“ it hit me. “I didn’t!” I gasped in shock of the realization of my actions.
“Afraid so, Ellie P,” he smirked.
“You-you kissed me?”
“Other way around, babe,” he laughed.
I buried my head in my hands, horrified at the acts that I had soberly committed. Despite the rush of adrenalin, the decisions I made were fully my own. I had kissed Nick Ross, willingly, and had become something I never wanted to be: a cheater. I, Elle Paterson, was a cheater. I had kissed another man (If Nick qualified as one), while being in a relationship with one of the sweetest, most amazing guys on the planet.
“Nick, please, I’m begging you, can this please just be our little secret?” I pleaded, my relationship on the line if Nick chose to obstruct my request.
“Under two conditions,” he said seriously.
“I’m listening.”
“Break up with Jake-”
“I can’t do that!” I stated, crossing my arms, angry. Though I was mad at Nick for being, well, Nick, I was more irritated with myself for allowing everything to escalate as far as it did.
“Oh? Then I guess I’ll do it for you,” he said in a way that I knew he was completely sincere.
“Nick!” I objected. I had brought it upon myself, but if anyone were to tell Jake about my mistake, then it would be me, not Nick.
“Kiss me,” he said simply, not a hint of hidden meaning underlying in his words.
“Absolutely not!”
“Then I guess Jakey’s going to find out,” he shrugged.
“So, what is this, blackmail? I didn’t think you were the type, Nick,” I said. “In fact, I know you’re not the type. You’re not going to tell Jake.”
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Ficção AdolescenteNick and Elle. They were the perfect couple. Young, cute, smart, rich, spoiled, and different--they were a match made in heaven. Nick let his perfect relationship go when he decided that skiing was more important than Elle. A year later, they're bot...