Spectrum

38

"Genevieve." I remind him.

"Genevieve." He repeats. "Not interested."

"But she's pretty." I say. Honestly, she's beautiful. She's like an amazonian goddess. She towers over me, practically. She could easily be a Victoria's Secret model.

"She's pretty." He agrees. I try and push him away but before I can, he grabs my hands and covers them with his much larger ones. "But you...are beautiful. And you're mine." 

"Damnit, why do you have to be so sweet without even trying?" I groan, wanting to be mad but feeling all annoyance leave my body.

"Because you make it easy." He smirks, "Now, can we stop talking about my very temporary intern? I really just want to cuddle with you right now." He says.

"Yes." I laugh, pulling him closer to my body and running my hand through his hair. 

"God, that's so good." He sighs.

"You know, if you don't stop moaning like that...we'll be here for a long time." I tell him.

"I'm not moaning." He laughs.

"Oh, yes. You are." I giggle in reply. "Don't worry. I think it's pretty hot." I reply.

"Really? Do you, now?" He says, pulling my face down to his own.

His lips press against mine gently and I let out a sigh. I've missed this. Now that we have Genevieve working on the same floor as us, the only kisses I'll get are here at home. 

Home.

I push myself up and grab his face, deepening our kiss. We've kissed like this before, but our kisses remain passionate and loving. They never get too crazy, even if we move to other things. Instead of thinking too hard over this, I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip.

He shifts slightly, but doesn't stop our kiss. I brush my tongue over his lip one more time before slipping into his mouth. He pulls away instantly, giving me a panicked look.

"What? What's wrong?" I ask, instantly worried.

"Nothing! I just...I-" He mutters, "I don't like tongue. It's gross." He replies honestly.

"I'm sorry? I didn't know." I say, immediately getting defensive. "Don't be so blunt." I mutter, standing up from the couch.

"Natalia, wait." Grayson says, trying to pull me back down.

"No." I say, pulling my arm out of his grasp. "I need to go to the bathroom. Just...just give me a second. Okay?" I sigh, walking away. I refuse to look over at him as I walk away. I know that if I look at him, he'll have his hurt puppy dog look on his face. I can never deny that face, no matter how hard I try. 

I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror, sighing at my own reflection. I'm no where near as attractive as Genevieve. She's a solid six inches taller than me with hair that falls down her back longer than my own. Her skin is perfect without makeup. I didn't see any makeup on her other than a little bit of mascara on. She looks like the kind of girl who would be with Grayson.

Not me.

"God, get off of me."  Ryan says, pushing me away from him.

"I didn't even do anything wrong!" I defend. "You're the one who was looking at that girl." 

"God, you're so obsessed with the idea that I was looking at that girl. I look at a lot of girls, Natalia. Tons of them! Maybe if you weren't so fucking needy all of the time, I wouldn't find the need to stare at other girls. Have you even thought about how you're the issue in this relationship? Not me?" He snaps.