Here's Chapter Three :) I didn't feel like writing this, because I found out yesterday that my bf cheated on me ¬_¬ But after I got into writing it, it actually kept my mind occupied, and kept me feeling happy :) Anyway, hope you enjoy, and I'll get Chapter Four up asap! :) Reviews are most welcome ! :)
I pulled up into the parking lot of Rob's garage, hopped off my bike, and stashed the helmet. I began to walk up, and spotted Rob in his gray coveralls, reaching for a rag to wipe grease from his hands. He noticed me quickly, and a wide grin spread across his face, soon followed by another huge grin – this time on my face.
"Hey, "he said, as I walked closer to him. "What are you doing here?" His smile was still plastered on his face.
"I'm not even sure," I replied, "But I just came from an exhausting meeting with my mother, and I needed to get away from her. So I came here."
He chuckled lightly. "Well," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm almost done here. Just let me wash up, and then we can go."
And then he planted a kiss on my forehead, and – still smiling -let go of me, to go clean up.
Home, I thought. It still felt kind of strange, calling it that. Not in a bad way. It was just that, to me, it still seemed like Rob's house, no matter how much he insisted it was ours now.
Rob cleaned up quickly, and then that's exactly where we went. Home.
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"Pizza's here," Rob announced, getting up from the couch we were both laying across, and starting for the front door.
It was a mild, dark night, and I sat on the couch, gazing up through the window at the glittering stars in the sky. It was quite late, and me and Rob had opted for ordering some pizza, and curling up on the couch with a movie. I spent a few minutes staring idly at the stars, until Rob re-entered the room, this time bearing a large pizza box. Its warm, fresh smell wafted through the room, causing my stomach to growl in hunger.
He set the pizza down on the coffee table in front of the couch, and then came and took a seat next to me again. I immediately reached for the box, opening it and grabbing the largest slice. I hadn't noticed how hungry I was.
Rob laughed lightly to himself, watching me scoff down the large pizza slice. "Someone's hungry," he chuckled, reaching to grab a slice for himself.
After my third slice of pizza, my stomach felt satisfied and full again. "Mmmm," I exclaimed, leaning back into the couch, "That was some good pizza."
He turned to look at my face, and then stared to laugh.
"What?" I asked, slightly confused.
"You have pizza sauce on your face," he said, smiling as I reached up to try and wipe it off, but obviously missing, as Rob then said "Here, let me get it."
He reached out with his large hand and wiped it off easily with one long finger. I smiled, and he moved his hand down to my lips, and began to slowly trace the outline of them with the side of his thumb.
He lifted his eyes from my lips, and gazed deep into my eyes, my heart suddenly thrumming rapidly in my chest. He moved his hand from my lips, and reached to hold my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my face up, and then slowly leant forwards until our lips met in a warm, gentle kiss.
I leant back onto the couch until I lay on it, and Rob positioned himself over me, our lips still locked. His warm tongue traced along my bottom lip slowly, my hands winding their way into his soft, dark hair. My lips parted, and his tongue entered my mouth, gently probing, my heart thumping frantically at the feel of his body pressed so closely up against mine.
My hands released his hair, and felt their way to his large, hard shoulder blades, down his back, stopping at the hem of his white t-shirt. I slipped my hands between us, and then up under his shirt, feeling his soft, warm skin and his hard, washboard abs.
Our lips broke apart, to gasp down a breath of air, and Rob let out a quiet, low noise, that sounded almost like a growl, before pressing his lips back against mine.
I yanked his shirt up over his head, and chucked it to the floor. The sight of his bare, muscular chest made my breath catch in my throat. Jesus. It was insane what this guy could do to me. Our lips moved together, our tongues entwining, causing my heart to speed up until it was too much to bear.
"Let's go upstairs," I growled, breaking our kiss to choke down another breath, "I need you. Now."
He didn't need any persuading. Rob jumped off the couch, sweeping me up into his arms, and began walking towards the stairs.
And then the phone rang.
"Ugh, ignore it," I pleaded, but he ignored me. Sighing, he put me down gently.
"I'll be quick." he said, before picking up the phone.
Damn it. Stupid phone. I didn't want to wait.
"Hello," Rob said into the phone. "Oh, yeah she's here...Um, yeah, sure."
I looked at him, confused, as he held the phone out to me. "It's for you," he explained.
"Who is it?" I asked him, before taking the phone. He just shrugged.
"Hello," I said quietly into the phone.
"Jessica," a worried, male voice sounded, "It's me. Dr. Krantz."
"What do you want?" I said, slightly irritated, that he, of all people, was the person to disrupt us.
"Jessica," Krantz said, still sounding very worried, "Sorry to bother you, but I needed to talk to you immediately. You are in danger."
Crap. This was so not what I needed right now. All I wanted was to go upstairs with Rob. Was that so much to ask – I mean, we're engaged for Christ's sake.
Rob looked at me, with a questioning look on his face.
"You go upstairs," I told him, "I won't be long, but I need to take this."
He looked at me for a second longer, a strange, suspicious looks on his face, and then sighed, kissing me on my cheek, and then he headed towards the stairs.
"You've got five minutes," I said into the phone, "What's going on?"
"Jess," he said slowly, "Remember, you helped us track down all those terrorists, when we were, um, overseas?"
"How could I forget?" I replied dryly.
"Well, one of the terrorist groups you helped us find – we had them locked up, keeping tabs on them. But, this morning, well, I don't know how to tell you this, but – they're all gone, Jess. No one knows how they all got out."
"The-they got out?!"
"Yes, Jess, they got out. Which is why you need to get out of here. Because there is reason to believe that they want to find you. They didn't exactly take kindly to you finding them all in that cave in Afghanistan, and, well, they want revenge, Jess."
I was silent. Perfect. That was really what a wanted right now – a group of terrorists after me for revealing their hiding place to the FBI.
I don't know why I did what I did next. I guess, I should have been scared. I should have gotten out of there – away from everywhere – before it was too late.
Instead I replied, "Okay Krantz. I'll get out, don't worry. Bye." And hung up.
I really didn't want to go anywhere. I wanted things to be like they were five minutes ago. Carefree. Just me and Rob – nothing dangerous to worry about, especially not a group of terrorists with a vengeance.
Which is probably why I didn't tell Rob what Kranzt had said. Which is why I told Rob that it had been Mike, my brother on the phone.
Which is probably why I didn't realise what an idiot I was being until it was too late.
Well, thats it for Chapter Three :) Next chapter will be up soon. Reviews are greatly appreciated! And constructive criticism is always useful :)