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Living in the Moment
Chapter 4
Dirty Dreams and Insomnia
Cold hands, creeping slowly up her shirt, unclasping the small metal hook, warm from her skin, of her unmentionable. Her lips, resting on his neck, planting warm kisses all in a row.
Two bodies, molded into one.
Her delicate fingers, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding each button out of it's hole, carefully.
He was pulling at her shirt, pulling it over her head breaking the connection of her lips to his smooth, boyish neck, smelling vaguely of cologne.
They were in his bedroom, about to go at it on his bed. He didn't mind, this was what he wanted, after all. And he was going to get it.
Their clothing had been tossed carelessly aside, with only her loose bra remaining, hanging limply from her narrow shoulders. She was smiling, daring him to come and remove it, to reveal what was underneath.
His hands moved forward , feeling the silky fabric of the straps, pulling them away...
Peter awoke with a start.
He almost had it. But not how he wanted it.
Had Ruthie known that Peter was dreaming about having sex with her, she would have gotten rid of him long ago.
But here she was, still his innocent girlfriend, oblivious to the fact that he was dreaming naughty things.
He still wanted her--her body.
Valentine's Day was only about three days away now, and Ruthie still figured Peter would pester her again, but he wasn't now. Now, all she wanted was to get some sleep.
She turned her head to the right to take a look at her digital alarm clock. 3:15 AM.
Damn insomnia.
She had fallen asleep for a while, only to be awoken by a door shutting softly downstairs. Normally, she wouldn't be disturbed by little things like that way up here in the attic, but tonight she was.
Peter's apology was still fresh in her mind. Had he really meant every word? Was he really sincere? Or was he only saying what she wanted to hear to get what he wanted?
"I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I don't want to lose you."
"I haven't exactly been treating you with the best respect lately."
"I'm sorry."
"I love you."
Peter had changed so much over
the years, she didn't know what to believe.
Peter hadn't been able to get back to sleep...back to his dream...no matter how hard he tried. He wanted that dream to come back. Well, he wanted more than the dream- he wanted to make it a reality. He wanted it badly. But how he was going to get it, was another story.
Ruthie wasn't in for the idea. With parents like hers, after what she was taught, who would be for it? After all, she'd been taught that sex before marriage wasn't right. Wasn't acceptable. Peter had thought, "I'm going to marry her some day, so why not?"
Still, Ruthie refused. But Peter wasn't finished trying to get her in bed with him--
What was wrong with him!? Was this subject going to consume his every thought? His life? It couldn't. He wouldn't let it. Ruthie wouldn't like that. His love wouldn't like that. And if his love didn't like that, he wouldn't like that. Simple. Wasn't it?
"No."
He wanted it so badly, he would
go to any length to get it.
Ruthie had laid in bed for hours until 7:00am had rolled around. It was Monday again. The start of a new week. Ruthie hoped that this week would go by easier than the last few days last week.
Valentine's Day was two days away. Ruthie still had no idea where she and Peter stood as in plans for this romantic holiday. Even though the two had kissed like crazy the other night, Ruthie still had doubts. A relationship can't last if one person has doubts as deep as hers.
While she was in her bathroom in the attic, getting ready for school, she found herself wondering if she was making the right decision. The right choices.
Ruthie sighed as she looked
at herself in the mirror. She set her brown hairbrush that Peter had gotten
her for Valentine's Day a few years back, and asked herself, "Am I doing
the right thing?"
A/N: Things will heat up in the next chapter, I do believe. ;) Hope you liked this one. Stayed tuned for more. Also, please REVIEW!! It means a lot to me - keeps me motivated.
Ciao,
Carrie