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"Nice story-its so cute.But heath cries a bit 2 much"
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WATCH ME BLEED
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Chapter 7
His mouth on mine was amazing, everything I had longed for and more. He pulled back and I opened my eyes. He grinned and raised his brows.
"Now," he kissed my cheek, my jaw, my neck, "do you believe me?" He asked, still smirking.
I looked down; fearing I'd probably ruin the mood forever, and said, "What if-", but he cut me off with a long, deep kiss on the lips.
"What if we lived happily ever after?" he said, and he was totally serious.
Again, my eyes were glassy. No one had ever cared about me before. I guess… I guess… I just wasn't used to this. To care for someone is one thing, but to be loved back is completely different.
He wrapped his strong, but gentle, arms around me and rocked me back and forth. He kissed my hair. He knew what I meant. Why I was crying. He understood how it felt to be alone. And that's why I loved him. Because he knew.
"Please," he soothed, "don't cry, Erin." He broke the embrace, and looked at me. I fought back the tears and he could tell. He nodded, "I know…. I know." And we rocked again. He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my left ear. Then, I was asleep in his safe, cold arms.
I woke up the next day not in Heath's embrace. I sat up and looked around the room. No sign of Heath at all. I sighed.
"I knew he wouldn't be here," I whispered, heartbroken.
I sat there, knowing he'd come back, but wondering if last night had been a dream. Did I really reveal my love for him? And his for me? And if it had been real- meaning not a dream- was it real as in true? All those questions fell on me again. Did I really love him? Well of course I did, the question was did he love me? Was he not here because of the fear that I would hold to him the words he said in a moment of passion and loss? Or did he love and need me as he had said? If the truth lay in opinion number one I prayed he wouldn't feel guilt. Not because of me. If the things he had said weren't true I would just push them away, to the back of my mind, never to be looked at again. Doing this would kill me, but I'd done things like that before. I would never remember something someone didn't want me to. Especially a someone like Heath Teline.
I mean, I could completely understand if they weren't true, I knew what I was. Nothing special. But… but what if I was special, to him? It was a struggle to believe either. You are better than you think you are, I thought right along with, He needed someone to love him last night, don't count on anything.
Wait. Did I just say special? 'Well Erin, someday someone will make you feel that way', I remember "Oh my goodness," I said to myself.
It was then that I heard the door open; I stood and turned quickly around. Only to find Heath in the doorway smiling hugely with dead leaves in his windblown hair, and the most beautiful blue flowers in his hand.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said walking towards me. He handed me the flowers and like any other girl, I smelled them delicately. His fingertips touched my face as he asked playfully, "Did you miss me?"
"Oh, most defiantly," I giggled back.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled me into him, his eyes intent on mine. I couldn't have looked away even if I had wanted to. He was suddenly serious. He leaned into my even closer and whispered in my ear, "I missed you, too."
He then kissed me on the cheek, sending a shock through my entire body. All that from just a kiss on the cheek? And I had even expected it. What I didn't expect though, was what he did next. He trailed kisses down my neck, then back up to the right corner of my lips.
"A lot," he said, after which he shared a kiss with my lips.
I seriously could not believe this was happening to me. I take back what I said about "I knew he wouldn't be here."
He released me after a while, my lips at least. He kept his arms safely around my waist. My hands fluttered up to his head where I began running my fingers though his golden locks. Shaking my head and chuckling, I pulled debris- dead leaves and such- from his hair.
"I was running," he stated.
"I guessed so much," I said, grinning at him.
"To get those for you," his smiled broadened, as did mine, as he nodded to my left hand which was holding the flowers.
"They're beautiful, Heath," I said looking at them.
"I thought so, too, but… they've dimmed suddenly." His eyes never left my face.
I blushed and he gave me a playful squeeze.
"I'm seriously," he grinned.
I rested my arms loosely around his neck and smiled back at him. "Oh well, thank you."
"Oh well, of course." And as his smile got wider, he held me tighter. He glided his nose along my cheekbone and put his lips to my ear. He spoke to me in a language I didn't know. It sounded like a poem.
"What was that?" I whispered after he was done.
"Oh a poem written by a crazy elf about his wife," he chuckled as did I. He said each phase in elfin first and then in English.
"Forever she'll be
Forever with me
Eyes so bright
And hair so long
Drink up my might
But make me so strong
To the moon and back
Is my love for you
Around forever and back
That's all I want to do
Healing every pain
Softening every sore
I'll do the same
For now and evermore
Time is infinite with her
And for a moment,
I can fly…"
"You think that of me?" I mumbled, somewhat fighting tears.
"I'm soaring right now, Erin," he mumbled back.
We did absolutely nothing that day. Only stared into each others eyes. There were times where I would think to hard about him or he would look at me in such a way that my heart would accelerate far beyond the capacity I thought it had.
On one of those occasions he grabbed my hand and bought it up to his face and kissed the back of it. I blushed like crazy and he kissed my palm. Then my wrist. And a little farther up until I pulled it away and tried not to smile at him.
He sat closer to me and ran his fingers through my hair. His finger pushed gently on my chest and I laid on the floor, looking up at him. Then, safe still not to squash me, he crawled on top of me. He put his elbows on the ground on either side of my head. He never took his intensely passionate, green eyes from mine as he leaned in close to my face. When his dazzling face was so close, I playfully turned my head to the right, but that didn't stop him from getting what he wanted. It was a long, measured, profound kiss. He moved hand to rest on the side of my neck, when my arms wound their way around his neck. I felt his smile and I smiled in return as he pulled away. Then his eyes flicked to my neck and he grinned even wider. He began to kiss me there and I giggled franticly, tightening my hold around his neck; pulling him closer even than he already was. It all felt so amazingly wonderful.
Then, I saw her face at the door.
Those eyes I knew as well as I knew Heath's.
I stopped giggling.
I knew he could feel her. I knew he had heard her coming miles ago. And even though she stood at the door for only the smallest moment, he continued to kiss me as passionate as he did. And I don't know why.
The look of shock was evidently plain on her beautiful, tanned face. But the shock of hurt was more evident.
What was I doing?
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