20) Jealousy

Vasili 

My skin was practically boiling as I watched Pablo and Edward. I sat on a whole separate couch whilst they shared the one Edward and I had made out just a few weeks ago. Edward barely seemed to notice as he insistently threw himself on it and Pablo followed. Pablo had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt that belonged to Edward, may I add since I had seen him wear those pants twice. 

Was he not rich enough to afford his own clothes or was he dumb enough not to pack? Plus his hair was beyond ridiculous with its dark color and long waves. He had it pulled back into a bun and I hated it. I could barely tie up my own hair now because of stupid Mary. The top part was slightly long, but only for a tiny ponytail and I would look fucking ridiculous. Tattooed and all with a pigtail. 

I had no idea what they were talking about since they would switch from Spanish and English. They would both say something to me so I could feel included, but I was far too occupied with jealousy to care. Who was he anyway? Some big shot artist from Spain who knew how to put a paintbrush to paper! I was an artist myself and I believed my job was by far harder. It was not easy to jump meters up in the air and land as elegantly as possible. 

"Edward," I called out. Even though he insisted that he did not care as much as he did weeks ago, he quickly turned to me with a small smile before going serious once again. 

"Yes Vas," aha! He had called me by my nickname that must have meant he still cared because it had been weeks since he addressed me like that. 

"Are my clothes still in the guest bedroom?" I purposefully asked so Pablo could get the hint that Edward and I were in fact very close. So close that I had left my clothes here on multiple occasions. 

"Yes, but their in the box in the closet. I never got the chance to give them back to you," he simply said and focused on the screen once again. Pablo looked at me for a few seconds with a small smirk settled onto his face. I wanted to slap the stupid expression off his face, but that would have not helped me get back into Edwards good books. I simply stood up and walked out the theatre to the guest bedroom down the hall. 

The room had barely changed since I had left, but the fact my clothes were no longer neatly packed in the closet bothered me. Two boxes stood there written neatly on top 'Vasili'. Edward really had no faith that I would have ever picked him and he had prepared himself for everything. It made me slightly angry with myself. How could I do that to someone who cared so deeply for me? And there I was trying to take him away from Pablo who came all the way from Spain to cheer up his friend, even if he had no idea why he was upset in the first place. 

It felt awfully selfish of me to be here right now and just intrude. I knew Edward and Pablo insisted I stay till the end of the movie, but I suddenly felt so terribly wrong for it. There was no way Edward and I could just bounce back into being best pals after everything I had done to him. He did not even seem slightly moved when I told him I left Mary. To him we were a closed book and my constant indecisive thoughts had caused it. In my heart I knew I cared more for him than I did for Mary, but I chose the safer route. 

It was the only route I felt brave enough to do. I decided to leave the boxes as they were and went back to the theatre. Pablo and Edward were speaking in Spanish when I walked in. I seemed to gain their attention by not sitting down, "I think I should leave. I'm really exhausted."

"Oh well I understand you've had an eventful day. It's been a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to the boys trip," Pablo smiled as he shook my hand. 

"Me too," I decided to smile back. 

"Let me see you out," Edward stood up and walked with me as we went downstairs to his own private garage. We did not say much as we approached my car and I was grateful. When we reached my car we stood next to the drivers side. 

"Thanks Ed. I know you don't have to care right now, but it means a lot," I was too afraid to meet his eyes, but I knew he was staring. Today he seemed extra tall for some reason and just in general bigger. Clearly he had been working out again and his hair had grown out just a tad bit. His cologne filled my nostrils as he stood in front of me causing me to be slightly lightheaded. He always reminded me of this beautiful garden I use to explore with my brother and sister when we were younger. It brought back fond memories when times were more simple. 

"Did you really break up with Mary for me?" He suddenly asked. We were centimeters apart, but I could practically feel the vibrations coming off his chest. 

I felt slightly nervous all of a sudden. I thought I was terribly blunt, but Edward won the cup when it came to it. "Yes," I whispered finally looking up to his hazel blue eyes. 

"Are you upset that you left her for me?" He tilted his head and frowned slightly. 

"No," my voice sounded more confident this time and I could tell it amused him. A tiny smirk appeared on his lips which had my heart thundering inside my chest. 

"And what does that mean for us?" He took another step closer. 

I had no idea how to answer this question. Did I just blatantly tell him that I wanted him or that I was still trying to figure it out. What I did know was that I could not live another day without us talking and being in each others presence. There had been too much space between us these past few weeks and it drove me crazy. So being brave I told him the truth, "I want you."

He seemed a bit surprised by how I phrased it, but a smile spread across his face. "I see," his voice was so soft and velvety that I was surprised I had not melted on the spot alone. 

"So do you still feel like something could happen between us?" My mind was running through thoughts of rejection as he took a few moments to respond. 

He seemed to have a battle with himself as he stared at me. "I don't know. You might wake up tomorrow and regret all of this."

"I won't Edward. I really won't. I don't know what we are or how it will go, but I want to be with you. Whether it's as friends or something more, but I've had enough time to think about this," I sounded like I was pleading, but I did not care. 

"Okay," he smiled. 

"Okay?" 

"Yes okay. I'm not saying we are going to go back to how we use to be in a split second, but we can try. I want to try, but I think we need to go slow so we know whatever happens it was because we genuinely wanted it," he gently put his hand on my waist and I felt like crying out in joy. I had missed his touch more than I had imagined and to feel his warm large hands on me felt like going home. Immediately my hands rested on his shoulders as we stood there just enjoying the silence that had surrounded us. 

"May I kiss you?" I asked looking into his eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed as he looked down to my lips. Slowly he nodded and I took no time in gently pressing my lips against his. It was so soft and delicate, but as his lips moved against mine I melted into his arms. His lips tasted like the gin he had been drinking and the jelly beans he popped into his mouth during the movie. I loved the taste of him in the most simplest of ways. 

He pulled me closer to him as our lips pressed against each other with much more need. My arms wrapped around his neck and I could not help, but smile as our lips met. I could tell he was smiling as well and it felt amazing. This was how kissing someone was meant to feel like. It was meant to feel safe and cherishing. That you could do this over anything else just to be with them in such a simple yet intimate way. He felt like home. 

We slowly pulled apart from one another and both had goofy smiles on our faces. "I'll see you at work tomorrow," he said gently kissing my forehead. 

"See you at work," I pressed my lips against his one more time before we pulled apart and I climbed into my car. I was beaming all the way back to my apartment.