Never forget you

Chapter 22: Knight

In the blink of an eye my life has changed. First the day I met Skye Davis. Then when we went from what I thought was proving our love to one another to me being completely fucking wrong. Another when I woke up and found out my mom had died. The next when the same Skye Davis showed up at my school and back into my fucking life. And last but not least...RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW.

In the blink of an eye Skye grabbed the hem of her soaked shirt and tossed it over her head giving me a mouth watering view of her smoking body.

My eyes bugged out of my head as I stared at her almost naked body in the pouring rain. Droplets running down every inch and my dick twitched behind my zipper. My mouth fell open and it took every ounce of strength I had not to take her right here and now against my car in the damn rain. Shit. We're definitely going to catch pneumonia out here.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I bellowed to her against the loud thunder overhead.

"Get your ass inside that house and I will let you fucking see more. Or so help me God, Knight, I will destroy your car far worse than you did mine and make damn sure that you don't have a way home right now!"

I'll be honest, I kinda zoned out after she said she'd show me more if I went back inside. My mind was spinning. Damn did I want to see more. I wanted to do more. But my stupid fucking pride wanted to prove that she couldn't get to me like that. That she didn't mean that much to me. I took a step toward my car, toward her and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Your offer expires in five seconds. You better fucking decide quick or I'm grabbing that brick," she nodded over to a brick by the mailbox, "and I'm getting to work on your car. What's it going to be?"

My eyes danced between Skye's Caribbean blues. I took another step toward her and my car and I saw a slight glisten of hurt in her eyes but she hide it well. Too bad I knew her better than she thought.

Skye stood up straighter, her entire body covered in goosebumps from the cold rain and when I took another step closer she turned slightly, no doubt attempting to grab the brick but I was quicker. I scooped her up, threw her over my shoulder and laughed when she let out a tiny scream.

Her fists pounded into my back as she yelled, "What the hell are you doing? Put me down!"

"What are you doing?! You're going to catch pneumonia!"

"So are you!" She retorted and I couldn't help but laugh more as I shook my head and walked us inside her house. She wasn't wrong. We'd both probably end up getting at least a cold from this.

I kicked the door shut and proceeded up the stairs looking into each door in an attempt to find her room. As if reading my mind Skye let out a huff, gripping onto my waist and attempting to life her head. "Last door on the right. But go to the bathroom first we're gonna need towels."

I looked down at my body and grimaced at the trail of water we were leaving behind. Looking around for the bathroom I flickered on the lights and sat Skye down on the granite countertop once I found it not too gently. She swung back and I caught her head just in time before it hit backward into the mirror.

"Asshole," she murmured as we stared at each other, my hand still cradling her head.

I smirked, "When have you known me to be anything different?"

Her eyes flickered between mine and I watched as they slowly softened. "A long time ago it feels like," she said so low I almost missed it. Almost.

Our eyes danced back and forth between each other before mine flickered to her lips. Her plump, pink, delicious lips. My eyes flipped back to hers and she watched me. Waited for me to decide what to do.

It was like for that moment we were back to being kids. Back to being us. And I felt the way I did when I was always around Skye. Always around the girl I knew held my heart. The girl I will forever been in love with and I leaned down slowly until our lips touched. I waited, wanting to see if she would make the first move and when her hands lifted to my shirt, fisting the soaking wet material and pulling my body closer as she opened her legs to fit me between them, I knew she was feeling the same way.

Whatever we felt for each other back then was still inside of us and I don't think it would ever go away. I opened my mouth for her, taking her lips with mine and searing them in a glorious kiss. It wasn't like the one we had downstairs in the garage. No, this one wasn't passion. Wasn't built up frustration and lust. This one almost felt sad. Felt loving and so undeniably good.

It was tender and gentle. Slow and delicious, like we were savoring every single second of what was happening between us like it would never happen again. Almost as if we were saying goodbye in the way we never got to before. But I didn't want to say goodbye.

My hand held her cheek, tilting her head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss before I reluctantly pulled away. Our breathing was heavy and I rested my forehead against Skye's. My eyes still closed as I said, "We should probably get out of these wet clothes before we get sick.

I felt her nod but refused to open my eyes just yet. But the second I felt her hands travel down to my shirt they flew open. Skye's hands slowly slipped under the material that had clung to every muscles on my body and her eyes watched in wonder as her hands moved of their own violation.

"What are you doing, Skye Light?" I whispered, captured by the way she was watching her hands slowly bring my shirt up and over my head. The second she pulled it off, the sound of the wet pile hitting the marble flooring, her eyes clung to mine.

Skye shook her head, whispering, "I don't know."

My eyes danced across her face, looking for any indication that I should stop this but there was nothing there. No sign that said she didn't want to continue whatever the hell it was that she was doing. Instead, I stayed quiet and waited for her to make the next move.

"I think...," I watched her as she swallowed and her gaze flickered to the shower, "I think we need to warm up a bit." Her blue eyes met mine once more and I nodded unable or unafraid to use my voice.

I took a step back, allowing her to drop down off the sink countertop. Taking a deep breath I said, "Okay," and began to turn toward the door to give her some privacy to take her shower. Before I could reach out to grab the handle Skye grabbed my hand and I turned around to meet her gaze.

Without another word she pulled on my hand in a silent plea for me to step closer to her and the second I did my life changed in the blink of an eye once more.