Save Me

Chapter 66

"What is going on?" His soft voice makes me squeeze him. I feel his heat warm my weak, cold body. The light shuddering that troubles me slowly fades away; thanks to him. I shut my lids inhaling his scent; letting it calm me and relax me as it always does. His arms cradle me and closing the door behind him, his hands grip my waist and he lifts me to him. I hide my head in his neck; he sits on the edge of my bed. His hands caress my back smoothly. I clasp him; my arms around his neck.

"Why are you crying?" He asks after a few moments.

"Nightmare,"

I don't see my parents anymore; I see him. I don't see them getting killed; bleed to death or die in an accident I witness; I watch Corbyn. I sense him clenching before his arms hug me more forcefully.

I lean up to meet his eyes; they are still bloodshot as they are mine. He's wearing a total black outfit that matches both of our moods. Seconds pass as I get lost in his deep electric blue eyes. I see the boy who shouted I love you to a stranger being here; with me. His arms are around me; his eyes fixed on mine; his body leaned on mine. It hurt watching him with another girl. I was supposed to be the one.

"I'm sorry," I mutter touching my forehead with his; my hair like a curtain hiding us from the rest of the world. I shut my eyelashes; focusing on his breath.

"For what?"

"I-I..." The words are lost in my throat. Tears slip and his hands hold my face. He wipes them away as I watch him silently.

"Please, don't cry," A sob escapes at the plea of his delicate voice. I rest my arms in his chest.

"I-I want to do the right thing," I stop to find the right words. "But...this doesn't feel right,"

"Does this?" His eyes are shining like always; his hair falls and I push them softly backward in order to have clear access to his eyes. I nod at his words. This feels right.

His finger plays with my hair; circling around it before he places them behind my ear. He leans up as I stop breathing. His lips part and I see how his eyes flutter close. I feel his soft lips press against my cheek. His fire crackles under me; spread all over my body. He buries his head in my neck while his arms embrace me tighter. My thighs are wrapped around his waist. I lock my eyelashes relishing this moment.

He moves slowly taking me with him. He lays down as I am under him; his eyes peering into my teary ones. He wipes a tear that leaves my eye; his touch burns my skin.

"What do you want, Amelia?"

"I don't know..." My honest answer doesn't seem to surprise him, he expected it.

His finger caresses my skin drawing lines in my cheek, my neck, my collarbone. My heartbeat seems to become stronger and louder. He stops its movement in my neck; a smile graces his lips.

"You still get nervous around me?" My lips part though I don't say anything. His finger has stopped upon my vein tracking the rhythm and increased speed of my heartbeat. He knows the effect he has on me whenever his skin contacts my own.

"Maybe," I whisper and I notice the shadow of a smile pass across his lips. His hand lowers and stays still in my belly. His eyes have darkened but he doesn't do anything else. I hesitantly raise my hand and run it through his blonds hair. His soft hair strokes my skin and I bite my bottom lip. I push it back before I lower it. I caress him with my fingertips; I feel his skin flaming my whole being, my breath gets heavier. He leans in on my head closing his eyes.

He brings his hand in mine; covering it. He takes it and places a soft kiss in the soft spot under my wrist; while his eyes are watching mine. The skin he kissed becomes numb; I would be lying if said I wouldn't want him to do the same again. He places his hands in my waist and lays us over so I am above him. I gasp slip out of my lips at his rapid action. We keep staring at each other; memorizing our characteristics, facial features, everything. He is so beautiful...

I raise my hand and play with his hair, touch his skin, draw invisible lines and circles. He watches me cautiously making my heart beat faster. His eyes get heavy and I notice how his eyelashes close. His breathing slows while his chest moves up and down in a rhythmic way.

I know I should let him go; just as he should let me go.

I know I need him like I have never needed or wanted anybody or anything in my life.

I know I don't trust him like I once used to. And I don't know how to repair that.

I don't know what to do. I'm sure of one thing; I belong to him.

He owns me body and soul; completely. He had me since the second he came into my room my first day here, smirking and acting with arrogance and confidence. I would never, ever believed that months later; I'll be crazily in love with him yet so terrified of what the future hides for us.