Back to the Old Me Chapter 6: Uncertainty Grips Me
3rd POV
Lanky fingers weave through dark tresses her french manicured fingers twist the short curls at the base of his neck
Seth, reluctant to pull away from Summer's embrace, moves his arms down her body; one hand at the small of her back to draw her closer.
With a breathy sigh Summer pulls away and tilts her head, giving Seth full access to her neck.
She grasps tightly to his shoulder and grabs another fist full of curls as she closes her eyes as he begins to pay homage to her body. A body he has missed desperately since the day he left.
Eventually her pants for air begin to form sounds and later words,
"Cohen...Oh God! Cohen! I missed you..."
But then her eyes open and she pulls back
"Summer, what?" he questions as he searches her eyes , hoping that she hasn't changed her mind hoping against hope that somehow she really has found a way to forgive him, to believe in him, in them again.
Looking into her eyes he says a prayer to anyone who'll listen, Jesus and Moses help him, he needs his Summer again.
Hazel meets brown; she has her answer
"I just... I had to make sure that its real. You, back. Us, here, everything. I just, God Cohen, I sound like you, rambling..."
She looks down, abashed and afraid that he'll disappear from in front of her. Her chance to be the real Summer disappearing right before her eyes. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and waits for disappointment. After all, its always better to anticipate the worst.
Rather than answering right away, he pulls her small frame towards him. Her 5 feet and four inches dwarfed by his 6 feet and 2 inch frame; her dark hair tucked securely under his chin, as his arms move to fully support her.
He can't believe that she is nervous, after being so worried about getting her back, so worried about losing her to the legions of Newpsies that circle like vultures just waiting to corrupt the young into following their inane social rules, she's worried. Ha almost laughs out loud, the last thing he would ever do is let go of Summer again, not after losing her once, he just can't do it again. God, he just can't.
He holds her, content to have her safely in his arms with the sweet smell of her light perfume drifting up to his nostrils. Pulling her in even closer and inhaling deeper he tells her, "it's real. It's all real. It has to be."
Pulling her head from beneath his chin, she peers up at him with big innocent eyes and asks in a small voice, "promise?"
She prays that he'll say yes. How much more can she endure if he says no?
His hands trace a path from the top of her head to her cheeks where his thumbs trace her cheekbones ans wipe away the stray tears that mar her otherwise flawless skin as he answers her question, "Always, Summer. From now on, its all real. You and me."
Satisfied with his answer, she feel back into his arms. Resting her head over his heart, as the steady beat reassuring her that her Cohen was home, and that just maybe things might be okay.
After a few moments in the solace of his arms Summer feels Seth pull away from her slightly; confused, she looks up at him.
"It's cold, lets get you inside" he says as he wraps an arm around her petite frame
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Once inside the massive palace of white that Summer calls home, Seth follows an emotionally and physically exhausted Summer up the stairs.
And together, they collapsed onto the pink silk comforter that covered her bed, the bed where they had first slept with each other, the bed where they had bared their souls and talked about the future they might have together.
And limbs entwined, Summer on top of Seth's chest, they slept. Silence filled the room, except for the beating of two hearts in synchronicity.
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I know, kinda minty, but I had to end it that way. Keep reading and review! Another new chapter to follow! Thanks to all who actually came back to read! :)