Christin Solomon

Chapter 18-The Truth Comes Out

A/N: Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was too tired. But the chapter is here now.

Christin's POV

I woke up with the distant feeling that I had a nightmare, not like that was out of the ordinary. Chris was asleep in the room next to mine, I wondered if James was. We hadn't talked since the Mess Hall and I missed him. Slowly, I got up and crept a crossed the hall to his door.

"James?" I called, feeling a little stupid.

"Yeah?" I heard his reply, which was definitely awake, nice acting James. I opened the door and closed it behind me but didn't move any farther. I could feel his icy blue eyes pin me from the dark and I barely stopped myself from shivering.

"Can I sleep with you?" I asked. He could say no, but I highly doubted that was going to be the answer, but a spy has to be prepared for anything.

"Why do you have to ask?" He chuckled warmly; I smiled, and went over to the bed. He scooted on to his side and I laid down on mine. After getting under the covers and lying my head on his elbow since he had his arm tucked under his head, our faces were only an inch away.

"Couldn't sleep?" He questioned, resting an arm on my waist, and I put one over his ribs, not before lightly brushing my hand over his eight pack first, he shivered a little, but my hands weren't cold.

"No, I won't bother repeating the question." I whispered, he grinned. My eyes had adjusted to the shadows and I could see his handsome face. His jaw was well defined and he had a little bit of go T from when he didn't shave a few days, it was really hot. In the back of my mind I could see Carissa putting herself all over him and I clenched my fist. There were times I swore James read my mind because he grabbed the hand that was lying between us and kissed my knuckles before lightly taking them away from his lips.

"You know you're the only girl I love." He assured gently. I smiled and pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes. He kissed the bridge of my nose before kissing my lips. It felt so good. He was warm and I wrapped one arm around his neck. They were so loving but so care free. After about twenty minutes, barely getting breaths in between kisses caught up with us, and we pulled apart, still keeping our faces close. His ragged breath was blowing on my forehead.

"I love you." I said gently. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, his voice barely more than a murmur, "I love you too." My heart tightened at the words and I smiled happily. I lost my mother, I lost my two older brothers, I had recently regained Chris, but someone I had never lost was James. He had never left. He was never gone. He was always here for me. I was always going to need him. He was mine.

"What are you thinking about?" James whispered quietly.

"You" I said truthfully. How often was I truly honest? Not often, that's for sure.

"Funny, because I'm thinking about you." He teased, his teeth glowing a little in the shadows.

"Sure" I stretched the r. The look he gave me was hilarious, he was debating whether I believed him or not.

"Christin, have you ever lied to me?" James asked, his eyes were probing my face, never sitting on one feature for long before they finally locked with my eyes.

"Recently?" I countered, trying to narrow down my answers.

"Let's go with that." Once again, it was like he was looking in my head, watching the little mice run as fast as they could, trying to think of a satisfying answer.

"No" I answered without missing a beat.

"How many boyfriends have you had?" He continued, I gave him a suspicious look, where was he going with this?

"Haven't had the time . . . except for you." I added a little hastily.

"What about you?" I asked. I could easily find out the information. This was his one and only chance to tell me before I found out a way he didn't want me too.

"One" He grumbled.

"Who?" I dug deeper.

" . . . Zoe Airson" He mumbled, barely coherent.

"You went out with her! You let her put her filthy hands on you!" I shrieked, I felt nasty, I had touched something Zoe Airson Had touched.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You get the picture.

"Christin, it didn't mean anything, we were only fifteen." He jumped in defense, sitting up so he could look at me better.

"I can't believe you!" I yelled. How could he do that to me?

"Christin!" James yelled as I sprinted from the room, slamming the door behind me, and only taken a couple of steps before someone caught me. I didn't try struggling, I would never hurt my brother.

"I'm sorry baby sis." Chris tried to comfort me, wrapping me up in a familiar hug. I wrapped my arms around him tight, trying to get a grip on myself. The truth from James, it hurt. Usually in my world, an honest comment was welcomed, but now I rejected it.

"That son of a-" I used a really bad word in Italian, whether it was directed at James or Zoe, I didn't know.

"Come on, let's go take your car for a spin." Chris invited as we stepped away a little. I nodded and we wrapped our arm around the other as we headed toward the garage. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about driving angry. I had been in situations where it saved my life, go figure. The engine purred to life and once Chris was in, I was off. We avoided the small town of Roseville and drove through the country. My car maintained a one hundred mile per an hour speed without whining, it was when I pushed one-twenty that it started to groan, but I wasn't going to do that to night. One hundred was good enough for me.

"I see things never got better with Zoe." Chris finally said, I smiled mischievously.

"They never started on good terms." I replied, that was down right true.

"Some things just never change." Chris laughed and shook his head, gazing out the window. It was three o'clock in the morning, three hours before anyone started worrying.

"That little -" I used another really bad Italian word.

"Naughty language" Chris teased, making the shame, shame motion with his fingers. I laughed, shaking my head a little.

"If I ever see her again . . ."I trailed off, not needing to finish around my big brother, he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You know we'll never hurt each other." Chris said confidently, like his words were set in stone, which they were.

"Never" I agreed, feeling safe and comfortable for a little while. Those words were true. The truth had come out and it didn't hurt, it didn't burn, it was never going to change. That was probably the best thing I heard tonight, except three words that I tried to forget . . .

A/N: I needed a way to introduce Zoe, I thought about making Christin protective, but this seemed better for some upcoming chapters. Hope you enjoyed please review.