A Second Chance

chapter six

"Sorry, I better get that."

I nod and he goes to answer it, holding the phone to his ear. "Hello? Gabby. Gabby, stop crying. What happened?"

He looks down at the ground.

"Oh my god.. I'll be there when I can.. is she okay?" He bites his lip and closes his eyes, something he's always done when he's really worried or upset. "Yeah.. yeah. Okay. I'll be there sometime tomorrow." He pauses. "I don't know if I can make it there by the end of the day... Okay. Okay. I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible."

He hangs up the phone and walks over to me, flopping down on the sofa. "I have to go Ana.."

"What? Why?"

"It's my mom.."

"Oh..." I felt horrible for him. His mom had been sick for a while. It started out when she was having some trouble breathing, and they ignored it until she began getting worse. After many different doctors and tests they found out she had lung cancer. Chris and his mom were really close, and even after she became sick and he signed up for the military they still remained close. She was his biggest supporter, and she always understood.
"Ana, I'm so sorry."
For a second the world felt like it stopped turning as I realized although he was leaving only a few days early, those few days could have been everything. "Don't apologize, Chris. It's not your fault."
He walked up and wrapped his arms around me, and gently kissed the top of my forehead. I look up at him, where I see him looking down at me and all I can do is stare at his beautifully portioned lips before they crash into mine.
I missed this feeling. In this moment, we were unstoppable.
His tongue attempts to enter between my lips and I allow it.. our tongues dance in perfect unison, which makes us both start to grin.
He moves his hands down my back, and picks me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, and he walks over to the couch, laying me down on it. He crawls on top of me, careful not to fall onto me as he supports himself with his arms on either side of my head. We continue our heated makeup session before it hits me, and I push him off of me. "You have to go."
He pauses for a second and runs his finger through his hair. "Come with me."
"What?"
"Come with me, Ana." He bites his lip. "I need you."
"I can't just go Chris.."
"Come with me."

oh hell.