Chapter 22

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WHITNEY’S POV

I was tossing and turning. I was having another nightmare. This was the second time this week! This time I was at the cemetery and they were lowering my mother’s casket into the ground. I walked up and threw a rose onto the top of the casket and all of a sudden my mom popped up out of it and grabbed onto me. I fell and she was pulling me down into the dirt.

I was screaming for help but everyone was just watching like this wasn’t taking place. I screamed and glanced at Brad, April, Maddie and my father. None of them made a move to help me. For some reason Brad locked eyes with me and his grew wide with concern.

“Brad! Help me!” I screamed as he jumped up from his seat and grabbed my arms.

“Don’t let go!” I screamed louder this time. “Please help me!”

“WHITNEY!”

I felt my body being shook.

“Whitney, wake up!”

I gasped as my eyes popped open. Brad had his hands on my shoulders and was shaking me. I blinked to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. I could see Brad’s bright blue eyes staring at me.

“Baby, you were having another nightmare. You were kicking and screaming.”

I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart. “Oh God. Did I hit you?”

He shook his head no. “But you were screaming my name asking me to help you.”

I groan and wipe my hand over my face. “I am so sorry that I woke you. I was just having another crazy nightmare.”

He releases my shoulders and to my surprise he pulls me right next to him and gently forces me to roll onto my side. He lies down facing me and places his hand on my cheek, caressing my skin.

“You’re just nervous about the funeral. These nightmares should pass when it’s over.” he tells me while running his thumb over the skin right by my lips.

“Brad…” I whisper and place my hand over his. I gently remove it. “Will this bonding we’ve been going through be over once the funeral has passed as well?”

He looks directly in my eyes and instead of speaking he pushes his head forward and places his lips on mine. He doesn’t move his lips for a moment but I feel his arm move around my waist. He pulls me closer to him until my breasts are mashed against his chest. Then he begins to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue against my lips, parting them for entrance.

I allow it and we tongue wrestle for a moment until Brad pulls away. He places kisses along my jaw and moves down my chest. His hands find and cup my butt. My head is swimming as he kneads the flesh of my ass and hungrily kisses his way back to my lips.

I moan against his lips and gently push away from him so I can catch my breath. I stop him from trying to continue his affections.

“Brad, wait slow down. What are you doing?” I whisper to him.

He shakes his head and moves away from me. “I’m sorry. I should’ve done that.”

I sit up and turn on the lamp next to my side of the bed. Brad sits up as well but doesn’t look at me.

“Brad we’re going on an emotional roller coaster here. I think we need to talk about this. About our feelings.”

He turns his head to look at me. “I don’t know what to tell you. Every time I look at you I remember the girl that I used to know, the girl that I loved. It was easier to be so angry with you before because I didn’t see you all the time but now that you’re with me 24/7 I can’t help but go back to the times when I was so happy with you and I just wanted a piece of that back but I know I can’t have it.”

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