The Light That Shine Bright In The Dark

Chapter 18

I was stroking Sawyers dark curls with his head in my lap and eyes closed. He was pink from crying but now with his eyes closed and lips parted he looked at peace.
I lifted my hand from his hair and he suddenly grunted holding my hand and placing it in his hair. "Please keep stroking my hair. It feels nice." I couldn't help the smile forming on my lips as I again ran my hand freely in his dark locks.

"Can I ask you something Sawyer?" I wondered while he hummed in response.
"Why, I mean when did you thought that you like me?" He opened his eyes not lifting his head from where it was positioned in my lap. His deep blue eyes locked into my brown ones before his dimples dipped in a smile.

"You won't believe me if I tell you." He closed his eyes taking a deep breath a smile still playing on his lips.
I pulled his hair and he jerked up in pain while I laughed.
"Hey that one hurts." He stared at me smiling while I returned his smile with mine nodding, "I know it was meant to hurt." I said chuckling to myself.

"You look...outstanding with your wet hair." He started playing with my fringe his eyes fixed onto mine. Heat rushed into my cheeks as I blushed. I turned my face away from him trying to hide the red patches on my cheeks but he was quick enough to hold my chin up to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made something twitch inside me. He moved his face close and whispered into my ear, "you look breath taking with that colour on your cheeks." My toe curled as he pressed his lips on my earlobe. I pushed him and he landed on the floor with his back faking painful look.

"Stop dodging my question and answer." I said with a scowl.

"Ok.." he rubbed on his neck, his ears turning pink from the memory I guess.
"It was Wednesday 29th December, 2 days to new year. It was 5.30," Sawyer smilled his eyes twinkling upon the memory while my mouth dropped as the memory of that day resurfed in my mind. "You were in the lake, your legs deeped in the water. You were wearing purple dress and you were looking bright in that dress except that your mood wasn't. You were sad and you were crying. I remember sitting two metres away from you yet you didnt notice me because you were busy sulking.

I wasn't in a good mood myself but having you there was like having someone share my sorrow. Even though you were sad for a whole different reason, you made me feel like it wasn't me alone that life was tricking. I found myself forgetting about my worries and paying attention to you.
I found myself analysing you and girl did you impress me.

You were throwing stones in the lake, venting your anger. I was buffled by your strength, a time you will break down and cry but then you will rub your tears and say 'am strong like you mamma' and resume throwing the rocks..." I was embarrassed to the core.

"please just stop it there, this is so embarrasing." I muttered covering my face.

"But you were cute." He removes my hand out of my face and pulles me closer to him. Suddenly everything becomes warm, maybe because of the heat radiating from his body or because of the warm feeling in my stomach.

Our eyes meet and its blue versus brown stare.

He covers the distance between us by moving inches closer and his face is now one inch away from mine. His breath is fanning my face as he stares into my eyes.

"What did you do to me." He whispers so soft that I think I imagined. There is something about how he is staring into my eyes without blinking. The intensity in his eyes burn something within me. I find my hands move on their own accord and grab him by the neck. I crush my lips to his and devour the taste of his lips. At first he's too shock that I initiated the kiss but later on he begins to respond and I part my lips giving his tongue access. His tongue clash with mine and a mourn escapes my mouth.

He goes on farther to my neck and nibble on it giving me a hickey. He suck on the spot making me whisper "oh no please." as I thrust my hand into his hair tugging on it. My emotions were going haywire and I was losing control.

I cling on to him and I don't know how but I end up my back to the floor while he hovered over me, his chest against mine. He fixed his eyes to mine while his hand traces up my bare legs moving up to my thighs. His fingers are setting fire all over my body.

He squeezed my thigh and I shut my eyes tightly the feeling over powering me. His hand go farther close and he almost slipped his hand under the hem of my bathrobe when I jerk up. My heart still hammering against my chest and shocked at myself for I almost let him take this far.

"What's wrong baby." He asked so soft, concern dripping from his voice. I felt guilty that I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't ready for him now. I still didn't want to trust him fully and rush things. I wanted us to take time, get to know more about each other's like and dislike.

"Am...am not ready." I quivered fearing his reaction. He is going to hate me for this. I blink back my tears hating myself for not reaching his expectations.  He will surely leave me now.

"It's fine baby. We have the rest of our lives to do this." He cupped my face staring into my eyes like he was staring into my soul.
He then kissed my cheeks before he stood up.

"Are you not mad at me?" I question.

"For making me happy? No babes I love you." He hugs me and brush his lips against mine. I smile against his lips taking his gesture as a promise.

"I will wait you in the living room, dress up for our date?" He raises his eyebrows in question and I nodded for an answer. Pushing him out of my room, I locked the door as I hear him shout, "I thought you will hold me back to see you getting dressed."

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and notice the love bite he gave me. My hand trace where his mouth was prior and I can't help the smile that naturally curves my lips. I hope this hickey is nothing but a promise of his love; our love.