Deep Regression

It took a horrid Man

"Peter...You know I'm not ready to say it back." I solemnly brush my words against him.
"That's why I'll wait a lifetime to hear those words from you."
"A lifetime? What happens if I'm dead before that happens?"
"Then I hope you wrote a goodbye letter." He chuckles back.
Peter leans down and slowly takes claim on my lips. Tantalizing the tender skin and brushing against it before truly taking a taste. I let him, enjoying how he slowly makes me fall for him.
"Can you say it now?" His voice knowing the answer already.
"Can you sleep with me now?"
"Ya, The beds ready to be laid in."
"You know what I mean Peter."
"Mm, Touchy subject, I don't know Sel."
"Dinner!" His mom interrupts our conversation.
"Then I don't know if I can say it yet."
"Dinners done." He solemnly whispers.
I rush into his lips and let him truly adore mine. My breath hitching as his hand crawls under my shirt in the back. Crawling up my spine and then resting peacefully at my waist.
I pull away and feel him radiate beneath my every touch.
Peter pulls away with a wide smile imprinted on his face.
"Ready for dinner?"
"Yes." He answers with an assurance.
"Me too."
So I take his hand and lead him back down the stairs, and to the dining room table.
It was beautifully lit and decorated with items of summer. Peter lets my hand go and loops an arm around my waist.
"Never letting you go." He whispers subtly.
"Same, I'm afraid your attached to me."
"Then attached I am."
We take our seats in front of Hailey and wait for Mr. Codat to arrive. Mrs. Codat is sitting peacefully beside Hailey while the aroma off the chicken is really starting to make me hungry.
"So, Selena, How much do you really like my bro-" Hailey begins only to be shot down.
"HAILEY." His mom Interrupts.
"What? I'm just curious!" She argues in turn.
"It's fine, Mrs. Codat, Uh...your brother is very special to me."
"So do you love him?" Hailey continues.
Oh boy, that word again. I hear Mrs. Codat suck in a breath and Peter grabs my hand from underneath the table.
"I-"
The front door opening interrupts my answer and I thank god! Thank You!
"I'm Home!" A booming voice clouds over the room.
"In here Honey!"
I only here footsteps thudding loudly and clouding my confidence. I tightly grip onto Peter's hand and squeeze it with my might.
"Sel?" he whispers into my ear.
"Hm?" I whisper back.
"Are you okay?"
"No, nervous as hell."
"I'm right here for you okay?"
"Thank you."
"So...This is Selena, I've heard much about you from my wife."
"Hi, Mr. Codat."
"Peter, How've you been?"
"Good, how's work?"
"Stressful, time for our check ups, and if anything falls short, it's on me."
"Honey, let's not talk of work at the table."
"Okay dear."
He sighs as he sits down at the front of the table.
"So, Selena, what do you do?"
"Oh, well...I'm going to school for personal trainer, and right now I work at the restaurant on sixth street, Peppermill."
"We go to that place a lot, I wondered where I saw you." His dad apparently knew me.
"Oh, I've been working there for the past five years."
"Ya, your that...Sanders girl, oh terrible thing that happened to your parents, and your siblings. So how did it happen?"
It hurt, all of it, and my heart just sort of stopped.
"DAD." Peter's stern voice alarming.
"What? I just want to know how it happened in the eyes of someone who witnessed it first hand."
"BERNARD!" His wife shouts.
I run from the table, I run from the memory that he chose to bring up.
My hand clamps over my mouth as I try to conceal my sobs.
Now cliche, will probably take over at this point of the night I realize. Maybe I'll run out the door, have Peter run after me, make up, and make me feel a whole lot better. But...I don't want that.
I instead run up the stairs and into my guest bedroom. Letting myself shut and lock the door as I lean up against it.
Here's where I can let my sobs out, just let them go, and cry my heart out for my family. My legs fall down to the floor as I feel the darkness start to consume me.
"Selena!" I hear Peter's voice ring through the house.
I need him, right now, I need him to piece me back together.
"Sel?" His voice echoes.
Then the sound of his feet climbing the staircase and then walking away to the other end was deafening.
A door opens and then closes. He checked his room for me. Then Peter's steps come closer to my door.
They stop and I can sense him on the other side.
"Selena?"
He tries to open the door and realizes that I've locked it. Peter sighs as he slumps down the door and onto the floor.
"Sel, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. Please let me in."
I sniffle and wipe my face with the side of my hands.
"Okay." I whisper.
My hand unlocks the door and opens it for him. His expression so sorry, and full of inner pain. Peter walks in and shuts the door behind him.
"I'm so sorry, Sel, I didn't know that he was going to say any of that."
I just pull him in and cry into his shirt. His hands wrap around me and rub my back.
"I love you Selena, and I won't let this go without apology."
"Peter-"
"He deserves a whole lot more than a stern talking by Mom."
"Peter, Please, just take the pain away."
"Is that what you want?"
I pull away and look into his eyes, I notice the sympathy in the color.
"I know that your what I need Peter, I need you now, and I'll want you forever."
I pull my lips up to his and softly kiss his. The way his lips slowly kiss mine back with an intensity behind it. The intensity is what I want though, so I start to kiss him more hungrily. My hands crawl up his shirt and on his chest. I will get his intensity, I want it, but here's Peter still kissing me softly.
"Peter, please."
He pulls away and stares into my eyes. While combing my hair back so it's out of my face. His eyes about as questioning as mine.
"Do you Love me?" His voice cuts off.
"Do you me?"
"Yes, I love you Selena Sanders."
I rush into his lips and he kisses me with some of that intensity I want.
My lips trail to his ear and I linger as I kiss behind it.
"I love you Peter Codat." I whisper.
It all then, felt complete, all of it. The weight of the world off my shoulders and it's now only us. I love it, I love us, I love our voices, our talks, and I love him. I love Peter!
It took someone to tear me down, cut me open, and reveal my inner girl to get me to say that.
"You didn't just say that." His voice in disbelief.
"I did, I love you Peter."
I pull away from his ear and look into his eyes. We just stare at each other in so much happiness and disbelief.