George Lassalle sat on the edge of my bed, his eyes wandering over me, a small smirk curving on his lips.
"What are you smiling at?" I remarked from the other side of the room, I was perched on my desk chair and trying to concentrate on homework. However, his penetrating gaze was interrupting my focus.
"You. I'm appreciating you whilst I can. Memorizing you." He replied casually, his eyes darkening, never leaving me. "Come here."
I would have declined his order but there was something about his words and the gleam in his eyes that was intriguing. My feet moved without consent over to where he sat. Was it just me or had it got hotter in here?
He placed his hands securely on my waist, tugging me forward until his legs were between mine. Sitting down on his lap, George ran a finger down the length of my face, examining all my features with his fingertip.
"So beautiful." He breathed, and brushed his thumb over my cheek. Hot shivers broke down my back. "I want to kiss you so badly."
"Then kiss me." I whispered, gently placing my hands on his shoulders. In reply, he smiled than leaned down and kissed me. Slowly, tenderly - magic.
When he pulled away for a breath I instantly clamped my lips back onto his, pushing him back on the bed and straddling his torso, my lips not once leaving his.
He groaned, absentmindedly tugging at my t-shirt. I allowed him to take it off, him pulling his off too. For one moment, I marvelled at his glorious chest, face, body. His entire being. My mouth watered, and I delved into the kiss once more.
Then suddenly I was flipped on the other side, my back planted on the bed and George already climbing on top of me, showering my neck with kisses. They were long and passionate, eliciting foreign emotions in me.
Just as he reached for my bra clasp, reality flooded back.
"Wait, George..." I pushed on his chest, but his lips continued to caress my exposed skin. "Please, you said we go take this slow..."
"Cassie." He groaned. "Please." Why was he begging? "I want to make love to you before I go."
Go?
"What do you mean 'go'?" My voice shook with the prospect of the meaning, dreading the answer. For a few seconds, silence hung oppressively in the air.
"I have one hour till the bleach kills me. Please, we must make love before then."
*
I woke up gasping. And screaming.
My heart hammered, barely able to hold onto the railings of my rib cage as I breathed in sharply. Sweat dripped off me in large droplets as I briskly sat up and swiped my forehead.
"You alright?" I heard George mumble. Normally he'd bolt straight up beside me, but tonight it seemed he was particularly exhausted because he stayed lying on his side, eyes closed but one hand still firmly wrapped over my waist.
"I'm fine." I managed attempting not to sound completely breathless and alarmed. All these nights he'd got up with me at ridiculous times, I could at least not disturb him tonight. He deserved a break.
"Liar." He murmured, and languidly moved up to sitting.
"No, I'm fine. Go back to sleep." I pushed lightly on his shoulders until he fell back into the nest of pillows he always created before falling asleep. To reassure him, I lay back down as well. He pulled on my middle tighter, hugging the side of his body tight to mine.
YOU ARE READING
Hiding Anna
Romance"Cassie stop. You're going to collapse..."George called softly in the wind. My mind was already elsewhere, detached from my body. I don't know what kept my feet moving, but something did. Keep running. But I can't. I didn't understand what was happ...
