Chapter Four

I will not spoil the chapter.

"I'm sorry, Mavis", Bly says pulling away. "I just missed you so darn much".

"Same here", I say nodding slowly. I keep my contact steadily at my feet. I will not show the slightest bit of eyes contact. He doesn't even deserve to hear my voice.

Bly takes his index finger and places it under my chin. He gently pushes my face up to eye level. If I wasn't so furious with him, I would actually be slightly attracted to him. His platinum hair changed to dirty blonde, his ice blue eyes turned into a navy blue, his shoulders broadened, his lips became full and his hair reached his broad shoulders. He is unmistakably handsome. I bet he has all the women crawling on their knees for him.

"You know it's been a long while since I saw you last", he says looking at me intently.

"It's been four years", I say softly removing his hand from under my face.

"Right", he replies stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "That's a very long time".

I grab his hand and place it on his lap. "It is a long time. And in that time you have not changed", I say with sass. "You're still very... flirtatious".

Bly gives a small laugh. "You haven't changed either ", he finally says. "You're still very feisty. I love it".

Rolling my eyes, I stand up slowly. I murmur a small "excuse me" before hurrying out the pew. Soon I'm standing outside of the church, in the pouring rain. I may hate the rain, but it's the best place to feel relax, besides the cold dew drops sliding down my face. I take a deep breath and relax myself.

This is a ludicrous. I was perfectly fine until I saw Bly. I don't know why he has such an affect on me. It's been four years since we last seen each other. I shouldn't still be upset with him. It's been four years since the irrational outbreak anger. He was fifteen then, and so was I. Maybe there is a chance that he has changed. But there is also a possibility that he hasn't. I'm all tied up. The funeral, Bly, the break up with Bryant and the dark grey sky got my mind scattered.

Before long , the rain lightens. Showing off the smallest peak of sun. I give a sly smile. Mother Nature is giving off a good vibe. I'm actually surprised she didn't cause the rain to come down harder. Maybe our life long war is over. That would be a great surprise.

"I knew I would find you here", a voice announces behind me.

"What do you want, Bly? ", I ask without turning around to face the door.

"You", is all he says before I hear his feet walking down the cement stairs.

"Why do you want me? ", I ask calmly.

"Because you're the best thing that ever happened to me", he says as he places a hand on my shoulder.

I sigh and brush his hand off my shoulder. "You don't mean that", I reply bitterly.

Bly walks around me, and takes me in his arms. Even with my seven inche heels, he still stands a few inches taller than. His hands fall on my lower back, as he pulls me to his muscular chest. After a few seconds, I begin to wiggle around. No matter how much I want to stay in his warm arms, I can't help but to feel wrong while doing it. I try wiggle and twist out of his strong grip.

"Stop moving ", he whispers in my ear. "And let me love you like you deserve ".

How does he know what I deserve? We haven't spoken in four years. How can he possibly know anything? I am completely different from my fifteen year old self. He can't say he remembers me needing to be loved, if I recall, he has a terrible memory. Bly is just confusing as usual. Any way to get his hands on me, which is pretty stupid.

Baffled by his words, I pause for a few seconds. Then, I begin to wiggle again. This time more roughly. He still doesn't let me escape out of his grasp. After a few a wiggling rounds, I just let him hold me. I forgot how stubborn he was.

"When are you going to let me go?", I ask after a few seconds .

"Never", Bly replies caressing my back. "I don't ever want to let you go".

Here get goes with the sappy romantic comments. Jesus, How am I ever going to get rid of him?

"You know that I don't to be loved by you, right? ", I mention with a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"Do you know that I'm going to love you anyway? ", he replies pressing me closer to him.

"Why do you have to be so difficult? ", I mumble laying my head of his chest.

"Because you mean the world to me".

Again with the lovey-dovey nonsense. Ugh, I can't deal with this guy. This feels like a romantic movie, except he didn't kiss me in the rain. Get hugged me in the rain. Also, we're not in front of my house. We're on the steps to the entrance of a church. Speaking of churches, is it a sin to feel harassed in front of a church? I don't know, I think I might ask the priest about that one. As soon as this idiot let's me go.

Maybe I should start a scene? Then, he would be forced to let me go! But that's not going to work properly. Everyone is going to ask what happened, and all I can tell them is he wanted to hug me. It's going to pretty awkward after I explain the reason I freaked out. The only thing I can do is let him love me for these last few minutes.

I hear the church door open and someone begin to walk down the stairs. Bly doesn't move his arms from around me, but I do feel his heart beat faster against me ear. There is a light tap on my left shoulder.I move my head from against his chest and look at the person. I find myself stating down at Zechariah.

"Yes, Zechariah?", I ask sweetly.

"Mom said to tell you that we're about to hear the reading of Dad's will", she replies with a strange look in hear eye.

Yes, an excuse time get today of Bly! I try to pull away from Bly, but he still won't let me go.

"Can I listen as well?", he asks hopefully.

Please say 'No'! Please say 'No '!

"Sorry", she replies soberly. "Family only ".

Yay!

"Oh", Bly says sadly.

"Yeah ", Zechariah agrees.

"Can you give us a minute? ", he asks looking down at me.

"Sure", Zechariah replies walking to the door. "But make it snappy!".

Then she walks back inside the church.

Why didn't she take me with her?

Bly looks down at me lovingly. He strokes my check with the back if his hand. He almost looks he want to kiss me, but of course he doesn't dare try.

"You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried ", he announces looking into my eyes lovingly.

'I can see that", I say looking from his brutal stare.

He a finger and lifts my head up for the second time. Bly lowers his head to mine, his mouth is less than cementer away from mine. He looks down at my lips and then in my eyes , as if questioning to kiss me or not. Without even realizing it, he's kissing me and I'm kissing him back. His felt like pure silk against mine. The way his hand fits perfectly on the arch of my back drives me crazy. Bly presses his body closer to mine, there is no space between us.

After a few more kisses, I pull away. Feeling terrible, vile, disgusting even. Then, I ease myself out his arms.

"We shouldn't have never done that ", I say looking down at my feet.

"Don't worry ", Bly says lightly. "No one will ever know ".

"No", I say shaking my head. "We can't ever do that again ".

Bly is silent for agreement seconds seconds before speaking. "So, we're going to act like this never happened? ", he asks sadly.

"Yes", I say before hurrying inside the church.