"What the heck was that?" I hiss at Clarke, keeping my voice down. We're getting onto my bike. I decided to wait until we were outside because I don't want nor need Nyko to hear this particular conversation.
"I told you not to come after me." She hisses back and gets on behind me. Her hand around my waist and her thighs pressing against mine make me feel like I'm home. Her left hand reaches out to give mine a quick squeeze and her thumb makes a circle just like when we were back in the P.E. class. It strikes me again that I really haven't known her for that long.
"Go to your secret house." She whispers and nestles her chin against my shoulder.
I don't hesitate, I slam my foot down and my bike purrs to life. Then I race to my cabin that I haven't seen since before the hospital. I'm glad that there aren't any cops around because I know that I'm speeding and there's no way that I'll stop. I run through the last stop sign before pulling off of the road. Clarke's body shakes behind me and I hear the magical sound of her laughter in my ear.
I pull off of the trail and park my bike where it's undercover. Clarke jumps off and I follow her. I stand up to meet her and she's already walking up towards my cabin. I race after her.
"Hey, wait up!" I call out to her.
She doesn't respond and continues to hurry on her way. I start to run after her but my muscles are still not ready to be used completely so I can't go as fast as I could before. She turns and I lose sight of her. I try to catch up but by the time I get to the cabin I lean over to suck in air and she is nowhere to be seen. I have a horrible thought that what if this is all a dream. Am I going to wake up in the hospital bed again, still in a coma? Is she really dead and I'm having a psychotic break? My vision blurs as my mind races.
Then, as I sink to the dirty ground arms wrap around me. I look up to see Clarke's brilliant blue eyes looking right into my dark ones. She is kneeling in front of me.
"Clarke, please tell me this is real." I beg her. "I don't think I can take it if it's not."
"Bellamy," Her voice cracks and I look down. "Look at me." She releases me to lift my chin. "This is real. I am here. You are here."
I want to believe her. I do believe her but that's the problem. It's just like the last time I was with her while I was really in the hospital bed. But, if it's a lie I don't want to wake up. If I can be stuck in my head with her I can live with that. I stand up and pull her up with me.
"It doesn't matter if this is real. You have no idea how much I have missed you. I thought you were dead." I tell her and wipe the tears from her cheek. She turns into my hand and kisses my palm.
"Bellamy, this is real. I really am here. Please believe me." She says into my palm.
"I do." I tell her honestly. "But, that doesn't make it any more real."
"If it were a dream would you have had me slap you when you first found me?" She asks looking into my eyes again.
"Well no. I would have had you run into my arms and never let go." I admit with a blush going to my cheeks.
"Exactly. Now about that kiss…" She presses herself against me and wraps her arms around my neck to pull me closer to her. We are less than an inch apart.
"I didn't say anything about…" My words are silenced by her lips as they gently brush against mine.
Her lips on mine start the fire inside of me. I lift her up into my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. She moans as my tongue dips into her mouth.