After All These Years

Chapter 93

*(Y/N) POV*

His hand, still on my back, wakes me as I feel the movement. My head lays on his chest. My eyes find him, staring at me, his eyes soft.                                         "Good morning." - I mumble as I take a deep breath in, stretching before my hands reach my face.

I hear the smile in his voice as he responds with a "Good Morning." I looked up at him and sure enough I was right. I smile back, sitting up as his touch still finds my back.

I bring my knees to my chest as I look around the room. There wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, but it felt different. Everything felt different.

"Let's go out today." A gasp nearly slips out from hearing his words. I turn my head - "Really?" "It's nice out." -He shrugs as I smile widely.                                              "Who are you?" -I jokingly ask. He smirks at my question, a hand snaking up my arm as he pulls me down to him. He kisses me.

He's acting so differently. More affectionately, I like it.

As he pulls back, I lay back down next to him, his eyes leave my lips, moving up to meet mine. My lips move upward from the silence, falling to a grin before I speak. "What?"                                        "You're.." His words fall silent.                      "I'm?"                                         "You're irresistible." My face goes hot from his words.

"I don't even know you anymore." His hand went to my cheek as I spoke. "Let's go get ready."

I never thought of Tom to skip classes with me, especially since it was his idea, but after breakfast, he brings me outside.

We go deep in the forest, but with the weather getting warmer, it's no longer dark. It's lighter, the trees are tall and green. Flowers bloom beneath our feet and fresh air flowing around us settles my nerves. 

The wind blows around my ears, creating a small whistling sound around me. I concentrate so hard on it, I almost don't hear Tom talking.

"Sorry? I didn't hear you."                             "I said, how's your foot?"                          "My foot?" -I ask, taking a glance at it as we continue to walk.

"Do you..do you not remember yesterday?" He asks, looking at my face as if I have a third eye.

As if on instinct, I remember our night in the library. I remember how thrilling and exciting it was. We're never done anything like that before. Then I remember the pain from my foot. I remember how hard he had stepped on it, how much it hurt.

But I barely feel a thing now. I can't believe I didn't remember a thing. "Oh, no, now I remember. I barely feel it anymore, I'm fine." -I assure him.                                             "Hmm, well what did you think of it? What we did yesterday."                                          "It was fun, I liked it."                       "It was...thrilling."