MY STORY Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

for Caitlynne...

I woke up, looking around the dark room, wondering where I was. I wasn’t in the tiny bed at home. Where was I? The room was huge, the bed even bigger, and there was a guy sleeping beside me. Wait. There was a guy sleeping beside me!

He rolled over, putting an arm over my tummy, and I looked down at it, eyes wide.

Who was this, and why was I in a bed with him?

I was super confused, and frozen because I couldn’t think.

I wiggled to the edge of the bed, and fell over. I hit the floor with a thud and groaned. I vaguely noticed that the only thing I was wearing was my underwear…

The guy yawned loudly and sat up. "Sky?" he said, dazed.

"Wha-? How do you know me?" I asked, sitting up so he could see my head above the side of the bed.

"Come on, Sky. You’ve known me for…wow, I dunno. It feels like forever…" he was more awake now, a concerned look on his face. "What’s wrong?" he asked, moving closer to me, looking at my face, searching my eyes. I didn’t even recognize him.

"I’m sorry, I- I dunno who you are…I can’t remember…" I stammered, for some reason feeling attracted to him, eyes drawn to his lips.

"How can you not know me?" he asked, hurt.

"I-I dunno…" I said, dazed. "Why am I here? Where’s here?"

"Here’s in my room…at the school…"

"What?" I snapped. "The school? What are you talking about? Where’s my mother? She needs my help! She’s sick! Jon can’t take care of her all by himself! How long has she been alone?" I ended my rant, so quiet I was almost silent. The guy looked at me, close.

"What happened to you, Sky?" he asked quietly. He put his hand on the side of my face, turning it to look at me. "Where are you?" he asked, and I felt pressure in my head. It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt so much!

"Owww." I said, clutching my head. I sat back on my heels, holding my head tight, hoping to relieve the pressure. It went away in an instant, and the guy came down off of the bed, and went behind me, pulling me close to him.

"I’m so sorry," he whispered into my ear, and I involuntarily leaned back into his warm chest. "I’m sorry, I won’t try it again," he continued to whisper, voice comforting me.

"I- I don’t understand…" I whispered. He rocked my back and forth in his lap, making little shushing noises. I noticed that I was crying.

"It’s okay, you don’t have to cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry." He was saying.

I shut off my tears, wiping them away, and looked into his face. His grey eyes met mine, and I smiled. "It’s OK. I’m better now." He smiled back at me, kissing me on the cheek.

That reminded me of something….a memory?

He kissed me again, on the lips. I felt so much desire…I had to have known him before now…I had to…I couldn’t feel this for a random person…all this love.

I kissed him back, making his innocent kiss take on a sharp turn. At first, he seemed surprised, but I pushed at it, and soon he started pushing back. His tongue demanded entrance, and I let him in.

I remembered…remembered meeting a guy in a mall…he took me to the beach…we almost kissed…we got sent back to school…we fought. Oh, had we fought.

I pulled him closer, forcing the kiss to become deeper, more sensual.

I remembered going to class with him…seeing him in his leather pants…eating lunch with him in his room, this room. Almost skipping class…I grinned against his lips, almost breaking the kiss, but another memory raked through me.

My hands went to his chest to steady myself, and he grabbed my face, and the back of my neck, and kissed me ferociously. I moaned into his mouth as he moved me up and down against him. I pulled him tight against me, crossing my ankles around him.

"Ow." He said, and reached behind him to pull my shoes off, still kissing me.

His hands went to the ties at my back, and he groaned in frustration at the knots.

Finally, he gave up, and ripped it off me. I gasped into his mouth and he pushed me back and over, so that he was on top of me on the couch.

My shoulders rested against the arm rest, as he moved down lower, trailing tiny kisses and nibbles down my neck and breasts. I shuddered and pulled him back up so that I could kiss him.

He pulled away again, torturing me, and kissed me down to my waistband. He licked my hip bone and drug his tongue across my stomach. I squirmed and he tightened his hold on my hips. He looked up at me with questioning eyes.

I shook my head, clearing it out, and whispered, "Bed."

I let the memory go, thinking one word: Erik.

He pulled back and looked at me, and I realized that I’d whispered it. "Erik," I repeated, and he grinned, pulling me back to him, kissing me, and pulling back again, smiling.

"You remember," he whispered, and I smiled, and grinned. I pushed him down on the floor, me on top of him, and kissed him.

He rolled us over, and he tickled me. I laughed, everything coming back to me. Everything.

And it was all OK.

So, what do ya'll think? Should I end it at this, or continue with the story? Also, if you haven't, go around and read A Deadly Seduction...it's great. Collaboration is so cool. :)