Into The Hills

Chapter 6

Elena's POV

I'm sleeping when I suddenly hear a light rock hit the bathroom window, I bolt up and see that Matt is still sleeping. I pull on my robe, tiptoeing to the bathroom. Another rock hits the window and I feel fear creep into my bones. I open up the window gently and see a man standing there, it's so dark I can barely see anything but I recognize his stance. My heart leaps into my mouth as I pull back the window with shaky fingers.

What the hell was he doing here?

I feel my heart rise with panic as I exit the bathroom, going to the front door; I deactivate the alarm system and slip out the door, the wet grass feels weird against my feet as I walk to him.

I can barely see him in the dark but I know his eyes are on me, I feel tingles shoot down my spine.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper in a hushed tone, pulling my black robe tighter against my chest. I notice his shaky movements in the dark as he steps closer to me.

"You shouldn't be here." I add, looking down, unable to deny the sparks I felt as he stepped closer. I could tell he wasn't sober by any means, his chuckles lightly and it makes my cheeks flush, my heart racing against my chest. Matt was sleeping below the window we were standing at and yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from Stefan's shadow.

"Don't you dare act like you don't want me here." He says, and as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear I find myself slowly leaning into his touch a little, he makes shaky movements towards me, until i feel his body heat almost touching mine, my heart racing in my chest.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispers, still touching my face.

I feel my lips quiver at his gentle touch, his hands rough against my cheek.

"But, so sad." He trails off, leaning closer and I can smell the weed on his breath, my lips are trembling and I'm glad it's pitch black and we can't see each other.

"I'm not sad." I deny, gently touching his wrist to take it off my face, I feel his heartbeat against my fingers, it's steady but picks up when my fingers graze over his wrist.

"Don't lie. Show me how you feel." He whispers and soon I feel my back against the side of the house, I can see him in the light now, his eyes filled with lust, his look so deep I can't find the will power to push him away anymore.

Suddenly I hate him, I hate the way my body responds to him, I hate the fact that he's the reason my marriage is going to hell. I push against his chest, my palms sweaty as I try to push him off, grunting in anger but I can't deny the way his heart pulses under my palm, his body so warm and inviting.

He's so close and if I wanted to I could just put an end to our suffering and lean down and kiss him, taste his lips on mine, finally. I gulp slightly and he smirks, his hand still on my face and my hand still on his wrist and for a moment it's like we're frozen in time, both so lost in each other we can barely think. I feel the warning signs go off in my head but I push them back as he leans down, our lips inches from touching.

"I can't get you out of my head, I feel foolish, wanting a married women so much, especially your type, a soccer mom. But the way you looked at me the day I was angry it was like you cared about me... do you care about me?" He asks, and I'm staring deep into his eyes as his hand caress my cheek.

"I..." I stutter, biting my lip.

He raises an eyebrow at me but the truth is it's so hard to think as he's pressed against me.

I don't answer him as I gently take my shaking arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He's confused at first and I feel him at war with himself until he finally reaches around me with his arms, hugging me back.

We stand there in the dark just hugging each other and I run my fingers through his shaggy hair, closing my eyes. I feel his heart racing against my chest as I hold him there.

Our breaths are colliding together, bodies pressed against each other. His heart beat in sync with mine.

"I do care about you." I find myself admitting as I open my eyes.

And in his arms I find that security I don't with Matt that safe feeling, we don't talk for awhile, just enjoying the warm feeling of our bodies being molded into one.

We stand there, in the dark, neither of us saying anything, we're most likely to scared ruin this little piece of heaven.

Finally he speaks his up, the stubble on his chin pressing against my cheek.

"Come to the loft tomorrow." He whispers, in the dark.

I bite my lip out of surprise and pull away, his warmth leaves my body and I hug my arms over my chest where his head had just rested.

He stares at me, reaching up to fix another piece of hair that went awry.

I close my eyes, thinking over this, there was no denying that there was an attraction to him, but it was weird, it was more then lust, yes, I did want to kiss him but I also wanted to listen to him, hear his deepest thoughts, although, he didn't seem like the sharing type and I was too stubborn to even list there was a problem with me.

We were polar opposites, Me, coming from a good, wealthy family, him, coming from something less then that, I could tell. But, we shared the same beliefs, that this life was meaningless, full of blurred lines and gray points. Whatever his soul was made out of, his and mine we're the same.

"Yes." I whisper, breathless, smiling.

He returns my smile, though it's more of a lazy one.

"Bye." I whisper, and he looks at me, and nods his head.

"Bye." He whispers back, and I watch him walk out of the community and I smile to myself, walking back inside.

I pause when I get to Jackson's bedroom and I see him sleeping, I smile down at him and gently touch his hair, he stirs but he doesn't wake up. I slip back into the bedroom and lay down next to my husband, he doesn't wake up but shifts in his sleep, I lay there, my back to him as I try not to smile but I can't part with this foolish smile on my face.

I will wake up tomorrow and be happy, I will no longer doubt the day as it begins, 'cause I know I will see him again.

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