SO EXCITED THAT THIS STORY HAS MADE IT ALL THE WAY TO CHAPTER 12, I STARTED THIS STORY FROM ONE SCENE CONJURED UP IN MY HEAD AND I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S GONE THIS FAR. I LOVE YOU GUYS!


I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets


Previously

I smiled, setting the brush and the small paint can down on the floor, I grabbed a towel that I had set aside and wiped some of the paint residue off my hands. With a small sigh I turned to walk towards the door, already thinking of ways to entertain myself while the paint dried.

That's when I saw it.

Scribbled in choppy letters across the old chalk board that hung on the left wall, were the words that were sure to change the rest of my life, for the better, I wasn't sure.

Every sinner has a future, every SAINT has a past.


Present

The towel in my hands fluttered to the ground, my chocolate hues widened so large I thought for sure they were going to pop right out of my skull. It had to have been a ghost, of that I was sure, but which one? The really feminine one with the bulky ass lover? No, he had already made his statement about the tapes. A name clicked in my head, followed closely by a deep pain in my chest. Tate. I felt tears well up in my eyes at the mere thought; I had wanted to tell him on my own, when the time was right. Probably shouldn't have left the tapes out in the open then, huh dumbass? I chided myself in my head; it was stupid to leave the tapes out, really stupid, but it wasn't like I was expecting to have guests over all the time, especially those of the supernatural kind. Tate caught me off guard, a lot. In everything he did, everything he said, and just how his mind worked. How he had taken my face in his hands and kissed me that night, uttering his only excuse afterwards as 'Welcome to the neighborhood' and I think I knew from that moment on I was in deep trouble. This house, buying it, getting away from my brothers and Boston. It was a crazy idea, but it was starting to become the best decision I ever made. Yeah, it had its downfalls. Like right now, but even though I now had to dig myself out of a very deep pile of shit, I knew things were going to be okay. Because I still had my sanity and I had Tate, hopefully.

"I know ya in tha' room with me, I can feel you" I said, the words falling into the air and piercing the silence like a knife, but I knew he could hear me, I just couldn't see him. I knew he was in the room with me, sort of, it was more of a guess really. If not, I probably looked like a dumbass talking to myself. I felt tingles run down my spine, followed quickly by the feeling of fingers trailing up my back, almost like they were following the tingles. The hand came to rest upon the joint where my shoulder met my neck and I knew it was Tate.

"Were you every going to tell me?" It was a question, but it felt more like a statement, and I could hear the heartbreak in his voice, the slight waver as if he was regretting the question before it even left his trembling lips.

"Yes" My answer was no more than a whisper, but in the eerie silence leftover from his words, it sounded like I had screamed it from a rooftop. "When tha' time came" I finished, my breathes coming unsteady and raged. I could feel his body behind mine, yet I felt no warmth radiating from him, only a slight chill, almost like a soft wind that caresses your skin in the winter, it was frightening yet not completely unpleasant.

"I'm sorry" The words fell from my lips with a tremble and I had to will myself not to break down. This wasn't me, I'm not this weak. I used to be strong; hardened to everything that happens in the world. Tate had single handedly broken down every wall I had built, just drove through them like it was nothing. I wasn't sure what this feeling was, being completely free of everything. It was heartbreaking yet I had never felt so alive. I felt like a giant weight had lifted itself off of my chest, like I was no longer burdened by my own mind.

I turned slowly, hesitant to wrap my arms around his small frame, scared of what his reaction might be. When his arms encased my waist I breathed a large sigh of relief, burying my face into the crook of his neck. "I'm so sorry, Tate" I muttered, tightening my hold on him.

"It's okay, everything is gonna be okay" He said, his hand gentle caressing my hair. The day I had moved here – which had only been about a week ago but seemed like an eternity to me – I had promised myself that I would continue the work my brothers and I did, I promised myself that this wasn't a new beginning, I didn't come here to find a new life. But yet it seems I did just that, I found a new life, hell I found a whole new purpose to live, because I found Tate.

"I love ya'" The words were out of my mouth before I could even think them through, whispered against his neck. Not that thinking it through would do have done much good; it wouldn't change the way I felt. Saying it felt even better then when I had come to the conclusion in my head – minus the mind boggling nerves – I felt like I was finally coming clean of all my secrets, like I was finally bare, stripped clean of all my wrong doings and set up to face my judgment.

Tate gentle pulled me away from his arms, not enough to disconnect us but enough that I could look him in the eye. What I saw made my heart clench, in a good way. The adoration that shined in his dark chocolate hues made me want to burst into tears even more then I already wanted too. As a heartbreakingly gorgeous smile broke out on his face the only thought I could process was, he looked alive. He didn't look troubled, or have that mysterious thing going on like he usually does, he looked happy, actually happy.

"I love you so much" He said, his dark hues glistened with the threat of tears, and I hoped to god it was happy ones, because otherwise this was about to get really fucking awkward.

"Then kiss me, show me how much ya' love me" I said, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, nerves twisting my stomach into knots. He knew what I was asking, probably more than even I did.

And he obliged, thoroughly.


Not gonna lie, I think this chapter was shit, and for that I apologize. I had writers block out the ass and its two a clock in the morning. So, I'm sorry, but the next chapter should be much better!

PS: If you didn't get the subtle (Wasn't really subtle) hints I was dropping, let me spell it out for you. THEY HAD SEX, LOL. I HAD TO CAPS LOCK IT BECAUSE HONESTLY I GAVE MYSELF SOME FEELS.

PPS: The song lyrics at the top are from an amazing song called Addicted by Saving Abel. I recommend listening to it!