Vengeance

||24|| Two-Faced

Chapter Song: "Love Me or Leave Me," by Little Mix

Highly recommend listening when told.

Oakley's POV

I don't think I've left August's arms for around twelve hours. Everywhere I walked he was touching me, wanting me close.

After Olivia and Caleb left yesterday, I used the last few hours of sunlight to go food shopping. August came with me, even though I told him I'd shoot him if he didn't rest his side.

He didn't listen, calling my bluff. Surprise surprise, he still came with me.

He had followed behind me while I pushed the cart, his hands on my waist and his head in the crook of my neck. I like the attention, but it felt like he was scared of something like I was gonna stop loving him or something. I'd never do that, and I feel comfortable enough with him to admit that now. Comfortable enough to love him.

Now, the next afternoon, I stand in the kitchen, cooking. It looks so much better with actual groceries in it and not just beers and canned food. Seriously, how did he even live?

August leans against the wall, watching me cook. I wore a small black tank top, my hair tied in a low bun, and gray sweatpants of August's I found.

Stirring the pot with the boiling pasta noodles in it, I looked over to him. He was shirtless, wearing the same pair of sweatpants I currently wear. On the side of his abdomen were the bandages that covered his knife wound. It's healing up nicely, he says it barely hurts but I can't trust that he tells the truth about his pain level anymore.

His eyes were blank, staring at the floor like he was lost in his thoughts. He's been acting strange since yesterday.

I turned the fire on low and put the pot top over to let it boil. Walking over to August his eyes snap to me. I put my hands on his cheeks and rub his cheekbones with my thumb. I smile, my gaze trails down to his lips and I lean up to kiss them. They feel so familiar, so safe.

His hands find my waist, bringing me flush against his body, then travel down to my ass. He grips one cheek. I smile against his lips. His lips quirk up, but there's something defiantly on his mind.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

He inhales, "Nothing. I just love you," He kisses my forehead, the low tone sending a shiver through my body. "You mean so much to me, angel. I hope you know that."

I look back up at him and nod, almost melting in awe, "I love you," A smile beamed so bright on my face that it hurt.

His eyes twinkled with desire, "Continue what you were cooking before I bend you over this kitchen counter."

I smirked. There he is.

"What if I want to be bent over the kitchen counter, hmm?" I challenged, pressing myself against his groin.

His eyes closed momentarily, now both his hands gripping my ass tightly. I laughed and yelped as he turned me around and laid my chest on the counter. He pushed his bulge against my ass. I could feel the cold countertop against my nipples through the thin tank top.

He bent over me and kissed my jaw, "Do you trust me?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "With sex? Duh," I laugh, confused.

A moment passes before he responds, "No, I mean do you trust me. Entirely?"

The question threw me off. I've never been the type to trust people, any sort. Especially men like August, but he was different, somehow. Even if I didn't admit it to myself, I trusted him the moment I woke up after my panic attack, on his chest. He could've left me to deal with my own shit. Instead, he stayed with me for hours to make sure I was okay.