Rescue Me

Chapter 12: Juliet

I shoot awake gasping for breathe and drenched in sweat, I don't immediately recognize my surrounds and feel the panic start to overtake me. I hear a knock on the door and I scream. 

"Juliet its me" I hear Amos's voice. I sigh a breathe of relief and tell him to come in. 

"Are you okay? I thought I heard crying, so I thought I would come check on you" I glance over at the babies sleeping in the playpen we brought from my house. 

"I'm sorry Amos, I didn't hear them" I say sheepishly.

"No I meant that I heard you crying" I give him a confused look. His room is upstairs, how did he hear me from there? 

"I was sleeping on the couch, I wanted to be near incase you needed anything" he says as if sensing my confusion and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh. You didn't have to do that. I'm sorry I woke you up" I look down at my hands feeling embarrassed that I woke him. 

"Are you okay? Can I do anything?" I look up at him and see the sincerity in his eyes. 

"Will you stay with me?" I have never stayed the night with anyone before but for some reason I feel safe around Amos and I really don't want to be alone right now. 

"Of course, ángel" he walks out of the room and comes back holding a blanket. He lays down on his right side facing me on the bed, on top of the covers and puts his blanket over him. 

It makes me smile that he didn't want to make me uncomfortable by getting under the blankets with me. 

"Thank you" I whisper. I turn to lie on my left side so I am facing him as well. 

"Go to sleep, ángel." He lifts his hand and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear, then playing with the end of it. I close my eyes at the feeling of his skin touching mine. In this moment I feel safe and content. 

When I open my eyes, I see him watching me intently, with his eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

"What are you thinking about?" I ask him 

"Nothing, I'm just admiring your beauty" he whispers back. My face immediately heats and my stomach is filled with butterflies. The hand he is using to play with my hair cups the side of my face gently.

"I am so sorry about what happened to you today, Jules" 

"It wasn't your fault" I say quietly 

At this point our faces are centimeters away. I glance down to his lips, watching as his tongue glides across his bottom one, causing me to lick my own. His lips curl into a side smile. I haven't moved an inch, letting him be the one that comes to me. I want him to kiss me, but he hasn't moved any further. Maybe he is waiting for me to make the first move? That seems like the most likely answer based on the way he's always been a gentleman. 

I slowly move my head towards his until our lips are barely touching. My breathing is hitched in my throat, waiting for the the moment our lips touch. 

"Juliet..." he whispers 

"Yes" I respond. Please just kiss me.

"Can I kiss you?" My stomach flips in excitement and I nod my head slowly.

"I need you to say it" 

"Kiss me, Amos" As soon as the words leave me, his lips crash onto mine. I have never actually kissed a boy before. But that didn't matter now. Our lips moved in perfect sync together and the harsh kiss becomes slow and gentle. My body is flush against his, his top half above me, with one of his hands in my hair and the other he is using to hold himself up.