The Guardian Angel

Chapter-21: Leah

I stirred when it was still dark.

The clock read 5:37 AM. I felt a large arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to the bed. I wouldn't mind a few hours of extra sleep seeing how sore I felt after last night. I had had sex after so long. The last time was.... I didn't even remember when. But it for sure hadn't felt this good or this intimate.

Taking in the comfort of James beside me, I went through my dream yet again. The dream about the house. I knew that house. It wasn't something I remembered from my memory, but instead it was something I felt I had an attachment to. The dream had faded a bit, but I remembered parts of it. The part that was most clear was the ball room. The most charred room of the house.

The worst part was I couldn't even discuss it with anyone. Who would understand? Even if they did listen and believe me, what would I say? I had a dream that I was in a burnt down house, that I somehow felt I was attached to? I knew James would believe me. But there was no substantial information I could give him.

I sighed, rubbing my palm over my face. I wanted to get to know more about it. But I didn't know where it was. It could be at the other side of the world, assuming it even existed. People always had weird dreams. Me, more so. But this wasn't just a weird dream. It felt like one of those dreams with James. And now that it turns out those were in fact real, why couldn't this be?

I wanted to take a shower, but I didn't want to leave James just like that. I really did like him and didn't want to ditch him just after we had sex. I still wasn't sure what exactly I wanted; I hadn't felt like this since.... Ever. All this was too much thinking at five-thirty in the morning. Well, fifteen minutes to six now.

James seemed out of it. He was deep asleep. He needed that rest though. I hadn't seen him sleep a wink in the last 48 hours.

Pondering all this had made me tired again. I shifted closer to James and drifted off to sleep again.

I felt something brush against my eyelids, then my nose, the corners of my mouth and up my jaw. I woke up to the sight of James hovering above me. He grinned at me. God, he looked jaw droppingly hot. The sky had turned a light shade. The room was a bit more visible, even though the curtains were drawn.

James fell on me, burying his mouth into the side of my neck. Damn, this man was unsatiable. I felt the hard muscles of his stomach against my soft one. I ran my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes and relishing the feeling.

A few minutes later, we'd moved the show to the shower, where we had let the water cascade over our bodies in a hot torrent. Our slick bodies moving against each other, as we made out under the hot water.

He suddenly stopped and squinted at me through the water. He frowned lightly, before quickly spinning me around, my back facing him. His hands moved to my shoulders, massaging them. I felt disoriented by the sudden change in the atmosphere. From heavy with desire to gentle and caring. He gathered some soap in his hands and moved from my shoulders, down my arms, back up again and down my back with rolling motions of his hand. It was so soothing and I felt the tension in my muscles that I didn't know was there, melt away.

"What has been bugging you?" He asked. I felt a smile tug at my lips. We'd known each other for such a small time and he already knew something was bugging me.

"The only thing that is bugging me extremely right now, is you not inside me." I whispered in his ear. And I got the effect I had desired from him. Not only his face, I'll clarify that.

I sat on his lap, cross legged, a while later as he towel-dried my hair. Once he was done, he leaned down and kissed my hair. I have never done this. My parents were too busy to dry my hair. It was usually the care takers who did it for me. And later myself when I grew older. It felt nice when someone else did it for me.