Chapter 44

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

His hand strokes my naked back in a rhythmic way causing a tingly sensation at the spot of connection of our attached skins. I've nuzzled in his chest listening to his heart pulsing slower by the second. His breathing slows too as his chest moves up and down gently. We're tangled up in my bed covered in sheets in the afterglow of our love-making. He hasn't said a word, though, and neither have I. I lock my eyes relishing the peace I couldn't have a few moments ago.

My finger draws lines in his chest, unconsciously, and the usual feeling of blazing yet addictive quiver sends a shiver all over me. His hand stops its movement as he raises it in my head burying it in my hair. The light tugging and playing with my strands burst and wake a feeling that was possessing me earlier. I bite my lip hiding my head in his neck.

"I think that was our best time," I giggle at his whisper letting my finger wander on his skin before looking up.

"There hasn't been that many times,"

"Yea," He chuckles at my words. "The first times you were tensed and I don't know..." His voice trails off slowly. "I felt like this time you wanted it more," I bite my lip.

"I needed it," I whisper and his eyes fall in mine. His finger raises, gently, my chin and his lips lock with mine.

"Me too," He admits upon my lips. He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. "What didn't you say something?"

I lower my gaze from his. "I just...I just thought that we may needed time,"

"We didn't need time," He says and I bring my eyes at his darkened ones once again. My lips part to speak but he does. "I don't blame you for leaving like that," My eyebrows furrow in confusion; I was sure he would be angry. "I'm sorry," He mutters; a feather of bittersweet apology echoing in my ears. "I'm sorry I made you leave like that,"

I disconnect our eyes feeling my heartbeat spiking with each second of his intense and penetrating gaze. My finger continues its travel above his velvet skin. His fingertips have been encircled by my strands as he plays with my hair, silently, as if he can get lost in it.

"I got scared," He confesses as he hides his face in my hair, after a few quiet moments. "The thought of you leaving me, filled me with dread. You are the one thing, I can't afford to lose; not now, not ever,"

His apology melts me; my heart flaps as butterflies explode in my stomach. I lean up and placing my hand on the right side of his face, I crash my lips on his. His tongue pries it was into my mouth blasting a new wave of overwhelming sensual emotions in me. His hands grip my hips pulling closer to him as his chest starts waving with air rapidly. One of his hand escapes and gets trapped in my hair filling me with goosebumps. I put more pressure on our connected lips and my whole body ignites in the way that has only happened with Corbyn. He rolls us over so that he's on top of me having his hands on my waist.

His passionate kissing leaves me panting. I bite my lip and let my eyes closed for a few seconds relishing all those feelings he graces me with each time our bodies attach. I look up and find my angel smirking down at me; pride creeping into his sparkling blue eyes. He leans down and brushes his nose in mine.

"I love you,"

"I love you," I mutter too. He rests his forehead on mine; breathing in; me the moment, the aroma of us together. I regard the artistic way his eyelashes throw shadows on his sharp cheekbones making him look so attractive.

"Corbyn,"

"Hmmm,"

"I know we will figure it out, but my college choices..." His eyes fly open, and his thumb stops my lips in midsentence.

"Not now," He pleads. "We will talk about it tomorrow. Let's not ruin it, alright?" I nod, letting his words put my fears about our future to rest for a while. His lips kiss mine before they leave me breathless and hopeless, begging for more, and start blessing me with sweet yet lingering kisses all over my skin.

Pure electricity passes through me; all those emotions Corbyn only can create in me drive me insane as they crush through me and collide with each other; love, passion, yearning, desire, lust, longing, wild and intense heated enthusiasm. He leans up and bites my earlobe as he sets his body upon mine more gracefully.

"What? Again?" I giggle. He snickers, raising his eyebrow making me laugh, playfully, again.

"Oh, I think my girlfriend leaving me like that entitles it, don't you?" His sensual tone combined with the craving that crushes waves on my blue ocean causes all my insides to tense in anticipation. My cheeks blaze in response as hot desire floods my veins, and before I know it, I lean up and kiss him.

Our lips move in sync granting all my wishes and blessing me with his innocent heavingly love. Just when I get, utterly and absolute, lost in us, an annoying noise distracts me from my loving and sensual reverie. I frown without fleeing Corbyn's lips. The sound reverberates again and I realize that it's the doorbell; someone is at my door. Frustration possesses me; I don't want to move from my bed and Corbyn. The thought of Jenna spreading the word of my arrival and costing me my minutes with my angel makes me furious.

I place my palms against his moving chest and attempt to push him off a little.

"I-I gotta go," I mutter between kisses.

"Don't," The doorbell sounds again the second the word slips off of his dancing yet a bit swollen lips. I had always liked that red plain shade his lips have when they have been kissing mine; as if we are both marked in some way from each other.

He huffs in frustration before rolling over, freeing me. I glance at his disappointed and angry eyes and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

"I'll be right back," I run around the room and get dressed. Not having the luck to detect my shirt, I put Corbyn's on and run descending the stairs rapidly and soundly as my naked toes touch the floor. The noise of the door makes me roll my eyes.

I take a deep breath and open the door not being sure I can face whoever hides behind the door from my past.

"Surprise," Squeaks of different voices startle me and I jolt upright. My eyes scan the group of people standing outside my door and the air vanishes. All of my friends along with their boyfriends are looking at me with wide, full of enthusiasm and happiness, eyes and grins plastered on their faces. They look me up and down as if they are trying to make sure I'm alive, standing before them, or maybe attempting to find the differences between the old and new me.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe you are here," Samantha cheers jumping and clapping her hands in utter excitement as her red hair flies in her movement.

"How-How d-do you..." I start shuttering not having the strength or courage to finish my scattered thoughts and sentence.

"Jenna," Clary says, smiley, confirming my assumption. I curse internally and curve my lips in a smile looking at them; Samantha next to Shawn, Clary and Jonah, Emma with Daniel, Eliza, and Hannah with their boyfriends, Zack and Tobias. They are all smiling at me as if nothing has happened. They are just happy to see me.

"When did you come? I thought you..." Eliza's voice trails off as another voice from upstairs interrupts her dooming us in silence. I turn around with wide eyes.

"Baby, did you get my..." My angel appears on the stairs half-naked. His tousled hair is trapped in his fingers; his black sweatpants rest on his hip bone lowly, almost seductively, making my abdomen clench as before. His chest is free of clothes, the light in the living room causes his hair to transform into a glistening mess as his tanned skin glows.

The oxygen seems to be banished; I beg for some while staring at his blue eyes. He glances behind me before his eyes scan my outfit and a melting smirk kisses his lips. My cheeks burn frantically and I unlock our eye contact and clear my throat. The silence reminds me of the weather right before a storm; scary.

I whirl around to find them staring at Corbyn with open mouths; their expressions depicting pure shock. Hearing my angel's soft footsteps, I decide to speak. His hand circles me in my waist and looking up, I introduce them to each other.

"This is Samantha," I start from the side till I reach the other end. "And this is Corbyn," I mutter.

"You have a boyfriend?" Eliza squeaks with widening terrified eyes.

"Yeap," Everyone's eyes stay glued to Corbyn. His blue eyes look at them skeptically and when a frown forms on his eyebrows; I panic.

"You never..."

"Would you like to come in?" I ask politely. Differents words of agreement trouble my ears before they enter the house and head towards the living room. I shut the door sealing my eyes for a moment, seeking a second of tranquility.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to Corbyn who nears me ignoring the guests. "I had no idea they would come. My stalker neighbor must be thrilled with the news," I roll my eyes huffing in disdain.

"What are you..."

"Amelia," Hannah's voice interrupts us.

"Sorry," I move past him but he doesn't seem pleased. He frowns, lightly, before placing me in front of him again and kisses me. My knees shake in response and I wish we were all alone. I try to flee not wanting to create a scene and topic of gossip from my friends, though, his tongue follows the line of my bottom lip before he bites it giving me butterflies in my stomach. I moan, softly, and open my eyes when I can't feel him.

"Nice shirt," He smirks and I giggle being aware of my red cheeks. I glance back to find Clary scowling and walk towards them.

"I hope you don't mind, but we brought some snacks," Jonah announces as the rest of them start placing items of food on the kitchen island along with drinks.

"We thought we could create one of those movie nights again," Emma utters reading my doubtful expression. I catch a rapid graceful movement of my angel walking up the stairs, I guess to wear a shirt. I don't think I will be able to concentrate with him shirtless all night.

"Did you hear me?" Emma questions tilting her head. "It's not a problem, is it?"

"It's okay," I reassure her. We have sat in the living room. I noticed the intense stares towards Corbyn and me, especially, when I sat on his lap. I didn't think about doing it twice and by their reactions, they were dumbfounded. His arms surrounded me as I rested my head on his chest hearing the lullaby of his constant heartbeat; I missed this. My fingers were playing with his own. My friends have been talking about the current gossip around the school; new break-ups, relationships, divorces, complaints about the teachers and the amount of homework, their plans for their future. And then, I realized that whenever I am, either in Los Angeles or Chicago, some things about humans don't change. But what triggered me is that I didn't remember them chattering about others before. It annoys me when people have that tendency.

"So, how did you meet?" Hannah cries bringing back from my thoughts. Knowing Corbyn won't answer, I do.

"Corbyn is best friend with one of my cousins."

"Was it romantic?" Images of him collapsing above me, making remarks which cause my cheeks to flame and my eyes to roll; I giggle.

"No,"

"It was, in some way," My angel says and I gaze up growing.

"No, it wasn't," I argue and for some reason, his eyes glow like before. He's thinking about something that I can't guess and curiosity bursts out inside of me. The doorbell echoes again; I frown.

"That must be the pizza,"

"You ordered?" I ask. I walk towards it before opening it and I stay frozen. A young man having the pizza on his hands appears in my vision, though, next to him is standing a black-haired tall boy that I used to know all my life. I gasp not thinking that I would never see him again. I was sure I wouldn't. George. My ex-boyfriend.

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net