Never forget you

Chapter 25: Skye

Smack!

Another wack to my bare ass as Knight carries me into my dark bedroom. The only sound in the house is that of his footsteps and the loud thunder from the apocalypses happening outside. My heart is beating rapidly against my chest as I stare at Knight's tatted back.

What in the hell is happening right now? Is this reality or am I having one of my crazy dreams? Am I going to wake up and find Knight Thomas hating me with so much fury for reasons I haven't even begun to understand?

Knight kicks my door open and wanders around looking for the light.

"Where the fuck is the switch?" I chuckle preening my head around his waist to watch him stumble around my room, grazing the wall looking for the switch to the light. He won't find it. It took me almost two weeks to figure out that it was near my closet. Aunt Lacey told me it was one of the strangest things about the house. All of the light switches are in completely odd places. With a grunt Knight gives up and throws me down on my queen sized bed making me squeal as I bounce from the force.

He lets out a low, husky laugh that makes goosebumps appear on my skin. Fucker. At least that's something that hasn't changed. Knight Thomas can still give me the chills just by his laugh. It's like nothing I've ever heard before. Whether it's his sexy sultry laugh or his deep belly, smacking his knees laugh where he sounds like a pre-pubescent boy. I smile up at him through hooded eyes and choke back on a moan when his eyes meet mine. His pupils dilated, the green in his hazel eyes more prominent making them almost look like a gorgeous emerald.

I lean up on my elbows watching every move he makes as Knight slowly moves on top of me. His knee hits the bed between my thighs, making me separate them to give him room. My skin burns with the heat of his stare and my chest feels like a bomb just went off. I've never been this excited. This nervous. This so far out of my depth that I have no idea what to do. I feel like Knight turns me into a little girl again. The girl who would do anything to just be with him. The girl who had such an innocent mind. The girl who thought he was going to be my forever.

But I'm not that girl anymore. I haven't been for a while. He's breaking through my defenses and I'm folding for him. Allowing him in. Allowing him to penetrate my walls and break me down from the inside like any true enemy would do. My mind starts racing with everything that has happened in the last month. Everything that Knight has done to me. Everything he did to me today. In a second my eyes turn from lust to anger. Knight notices the switch, shaking his head in an attempt to get me to stop thinking. To stop focusing on everything else and let go in this moment. Focus on what I'm feeling right now. But I can't.

I can't let go of all the anger. All the hurt that he makes me feel when our past and present come flooding into my mind. My hands raise in an attempt to push him off but he seizes them capturing my wrists and pinning them above my head, forcing me to lay on my back. I clench my eyes shut. I know he won't force himself on me. I know that all I have to say is stop. All I have to do is tell him no but the words get stuck in my throat.

I turn my head when I feel him lean closer to me. His bare chest touching mine. My nipples pebbling against his hot skin. My legs spreading of their own volition. Knight slips in closer to me, our bodies aligning perfectly. His arousal apparent between my legs. He hisses as his dick skims my folds feeling my wetness and I gasp at the sensation, my eyes flinging open and when they do I gasp for something entirely different.

My blues blink a few times, making sure that what I'm seeing is truly there. My name. Tattooed on Knight's arm. Tears build in my eyes as I take in the new ink on his forearm. The tattoo something that I've always dreamt of getting but never thought I could live with it permanently on me after everything that had happened between us. My breathing turns raged as I take in the whole picture.

It's us. Our moment. Our love. Our everything.

It's our spot at camp that we used to escape to by the lake. It's the night sky with the sunset that we stared at and cuddled under after our first time together. It's the blankets laid out on the grass that we lost our virginities on. It's our names written in the stars.

I turn my head, my eyes meeting Knight's soft ones as he stares down at me with so much love. So much want. So much sorrow. He's telling me that he remembers it all. That's he's sorry for everything. I can't take it. It's too much. I close my eyes and feel the tears run down into my hair. Taking a few deep breaths I look up into pools of green. He's still here. He's still telling me everything I need to hear. And for a moment I'm back to being fourteen. Back to looking up at the boy who's held my heart since I was seven years old. Back to whispering to my best friend that I love him with everything I have. I turn my head toward the tattoo once more staring at the memory and feeling my heart clench. I lean in, close my eyes and kiss his ink.

I feel Knight's hands loosen on my wrists enough to let me go. I take full advantage. Turning my head back toward him, lacing my fingers through his hand and pulling him down to me I crash my lips with his in a hard kiss. A kiss that tells him how much he hurt me. How much he broke me. But more importantly how much he still owns me.

Owns my heart.

Because if one thing is for certain today proved just how much Knight Thomas still affects me. The question is...is that a good thing or a bad thing?