The Sinner

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He was the honey to my tea that makes it sweet.

He was the first sight of fall, when the leaves change colors.

He was the first sip of coffee in the morning, the one that automatically wakes you up.

He was the feeling of changing into a warm oversized hoodie after a long day.

He felt good, he was good.

Someone was violently shaking me awake. My eyes pop open, and I look around in a panic. Rafe's blue eyes were the first thing I saw, and he chuckles after a couple of seconds.

"I didn't mean to scare you," He says, sitting down on the bed next to me. I run a hand through my knotty hair, slowly sitting up after a couple of seconds. "Wheezie just told me my dad and Sarah are getting ready to leave."

"Okay," I say groggily. "Give me a second to wake up."

"No we gotta go now," He says, looking frantic. I sigh before he looks back at me with his eyebrows raised, and then opens the door to walk out.

I rub my eyes as I stare up at the ceiling, taking a minute anyway. I was never the type to just hop right out of bed, I needed a second to adjust.

"Can we get some food?" I call out, my voice traveling around the empty house. I could potentially turn into a raging bitch if I didn't get food in me.

"We can eat when we get there!" He shouts back. No food for four hours? What the hell was his rush for? I really didn't understand what this whole thing was about.

So I throw the covers off of myself, a huff managing to escape my lips. The cool air hits my legs as I slowly sit up from my resting position. I turn my head to look at the alarm clock that was an hour ahead for whatever the reason was, rubbing my eyes to get them to focus. It read 9:30 AM.

Fuck - that means it's 8 fucking 30 in the morning.

I haven't been up this early since, well, junior year of high school maybe. I let out another sigh, feeling the soreness kick in from last nights events as I try to stand. I look down at the clothes on the floor from yesterday, I guess I'll have to change back into those - as gross as that is.

I wasn't planning on staying the night, but after Rafe got too high and wouldn't let me leave, I had to. I look at myself through the mirror that hung on the wall, using my thumb to wipe off yesterday's mascara.

God I look terrible.

I walk, feeling like a penguin, towards the bathroom. My inner thighs were so fucking sore, this was not pleasurable at all. I let out a breath as I see an extra tooth brush resting on the marble sink. I pick it up, starting to brush my teeth as I hear him walk back up the stairs. His footsteps get closer as he approaches the room.

"Oh good you're up," He says. I look at him through the mirror and spit the remains of the toothpaste into the sink. I stand upright again, to see that he had moved closer. "How do you feel today?"

"Sore," I mumble as I bend down to take in some of the water. I swish it around before spitting that out too. Two large hands grab my waist, pressing his hips into my backside.

"I'm sorry baby," He says in my ear. I return back up, and he quickly flips me around. He uses his thumb to wipe the access water, and probably toothpaste from my chin. "I had a dream about you last night."

I was thinking of him too right before he woke me up, "Oh yeah?" He nods. "What about?"

"We were together, far away from the Outer Banks, living in a house somewhere," He tells me. That's not what I was thinking about. "It was nice."