It All Started With The Butterflies

Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Normal Teenagers.

"How are we going to stop her?" I asked, as soon as Caspian and I were outside.

"I honestly don't know." He shook his head, as if trying to banish the thought from his mind.

"We have to make sure she doesn't get the position," I stated as I opened the door of Caspian's BMW and climbed in.

"You mean sabotage her campaign?" he asked, climbing into the driver's seat.

"Yip," I replied. It wasn't my best idea, but my head was circling around a blank slate.

"Let's not think about that now," Caspian suggested, quickly covering my lips. He was kissing me so desperately that I didn't know where I ended and where he began; we were practically moulded into one. By the time I pulled away from his lips I was practically on top of him, and his hands were tangled in my already messy hair.

"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to move back into the passenger seat.

"For what?" Caspian pulled me back towards him and nibbled my earlobe.

I giggled and gestured towards our intertwined bodies.

"You can't apologise for something I was enjoying," he responded, planting kisses along my jawline. "It feels good to be normal teenagers for a change."

"Mmm," I agreed, as I tilted my face towards his and gazed wistfully at his lips.

He pressed his lips to mine once more. I twisted my hands around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. His finger drew circles on the small of my back; his arms cradled my body, to prevent my back from pressing against the hard steering wheel. My legs were on either side of him, caging him in. I was the first to pull from this everlasting kiss, but the only reason was because I needed oxygen.

"You're like a drug," he complained. "I can never get enough of you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but was disrupted by knuckles knocking on the window.

Noah made a rolling motion with his hands. I reached over and was just able to press the button to roll the windows down. After the window was down, I quickly climbed back into the passenger seat and tried to act like we hadn't just been caught kissing.

"Most people don't make out in their parent's driveway." Noah winked at Caspian, who kicked the car into gear.

"They stopped being my parents the day they gave me away," Caspian said, as he drove away.

"They still love you," I tried to convince him, knowing my words were truthful.

"I wish I could believe that," Caspian said. "You know the reason I brought you here?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Because I wanted them to know I was worthy of being loved," he replied, his face expressionless. "I wanted them to know just because they couldn't love me, didn't mean someone else couldn't. I wanted them to know that I don't need them to be happy."

"Except that they don't think I'm worthy of you," I voiced, thinking back to the way his mother and father had acted.

"What do you mean?" Caspian enquired. "Molly and Noah love you, and those are the only two family members who mean anything to me," he finished.

"It would have been nice to have the approval of your parents." I shrugged and swallowed the bile in my throat, using it to flush the sadness out of my system.

Caspian picked up one of my hands and brushed his lips across my palm. He brought my hand closer to him and continued driving with my hand on his chest.

"I love you," he said, his eyes averted from the road.

"Please don't get us killed." I made a motion with my hand to tell him to look at the road.

He laughed, but listened to me anyway and looked at the road, making a point to stare at the white markings that lined the road.

"Your safety is my number one priority," he replied after a while, his face dead serious.

"I know," I responded, fighting the urge to kiss his cheek. That would be distracting him, when I was the one who told him to keep his eyes on the road.

"Told you I'd get you here safely." He pulled up outside my house, not bothering to stop any distance away.

"Your parents are going to be mad." He gestured toward my house.

"I know," I grimaced.

"Want help confronting them?" he asked, trying to be my knight in golden armour.

"I think it's better if I do it alone," I told him, knowing it would be worse if my parents saw him. "I wish Asher were here," I sighed, thinking about the things he would do to get me out of an awkward situation.

"He must have been a great brother," Caspian stated, his mind preoccupied.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked, recognising the distant look in his eyes.

"Is it weird that I love my siblings, but hate them at the same time?" he asked. He continued without waiting for an answer. "I always feel less loved, because I was the one that my parents chose to give up. Ok, Molly was just a baby, but Noah was three years older than me." He finished with a slight shake of his head.

"They knew you would be the only one who could cope without them," I replied, trying to soothe him. "You grew up strong because of their decision."

"I grew up strong because they didn't love me." His voice was pained.

His soul had curled up into a ball. There was a heart shaped hole on it, where his fair portion of love should have been. His soul was starving for love. I put my hand on his cheek and cradled his face in my palm. I lightly pressed my lips to his forehead and trailed my mouth down his nose, until it rested just above his lips. I fitted my lips to his and allowed him to quench his thirst for love. I poured love into him, filling up the hole in his soul. "I love you," I breathed into his mouth, before kissing him passionately once more. I detached my lips from his and trailed kisses along his collarbone, determined to make him realise just how much I loved him.

"We should be normal teenagers more often," Caspian declared as he buried his head in my hair.

Our moment ended much too quickly.

"Noah was right. We really shouldn't make out in our parents' driveway." Caspian sucked in a deep breath and moved away from me, as the passenger door was flung open.

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