The Guardian Angel

Chapter-23: Leah

James told an address, which was then punched into the GPS system by Stephen. We travelled for about twenty minutes before pulling in front of James' parent's house. Which was now James'. The streets seemed very familiar. I knew I had seen them somewhere before. Maybe not exactly as it was, but it still tugged at something from my memory. Which my brain refused to provide. The thing inside my head could be so infuriating sometimes.

A large modern house, neatly kept with a proud and beautiful garden. Sleek, glossy windows. An enormous house. And it was the exact same fucking house I had seen in my dream. I stared at it; jaw hanging open. It wasn't just that it was breathtakingly beautiful. It had the vibe that signified an impossibly sad event. The house shouldn't be like this. It should have had a parent and a child. The whole atmosphere gave me a feel of long-lost memories, with a hint of heartbreaking sadness behind them.

James stared at it. A hundred emotions ran through his eyes, but his face remained stoic and impassive.

We drove in through the gates and parked in the garage. At the doors, an old man flanked by an old woman and a younger woman, his daughter I guessed, came to greet us.

He greeted James and all of us went into the grand living room of his house. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, the light sparkling off the glass facets. Staircase led up the stairs to the next floor. Beside it was a passage that led further into the house.

The old man turned to us. "Get some rest and freshen up. We will have lunch ready at around noon." His voice sounded like one of those soothing voices. He seemed kind, not that I'd met a lot of people like that previously.

We made our way up the stairs. Jess and Stephen were staying in the ground floor, while James and I in the second. A separate room for each of us.

As he turned into his room, I followed right after, shutting the door behind me.

He turned back, surprised. I stared at him, an increasing pressure in my chest making it harder and harder to breathe. My mind filled with images and flashes of the small boy from my dream. The hazel eyes, the black hair. Recollecting the story, made emotion well up in my chest, increasing the pressure further.

I took a step forward and launched myself into his arms. He stumbled back, surprised, but managed to hold my waist as I wound my legs around his hip. My mouth was on his, my breath hot and heavy. I kissed him feverishly, seeing that as the only way to drain the pressure in my chest. I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged, eliciting a moan from him.

I found my back against the door of the room, as I trailed kisses along his jaw.

He found the sweet spot right next to my windpipe, sucking and kissing it. I grinded against him, his erection rubbing against me, the friction leaving me both pleasured and wanting. My hands brushed the sides of his stomach, as I brought it to his muscled abdomen.

In one quick motion he removed my shirt and let it fall. I broke the kiss, panting for breath and was welcomed with his desire filled eyes.

"What was that all about?" He asked. I put a finger on his lips.

"Later." I whispered. I hopped off him and went to his bag. Rummaging in it, I produced a packet.

Going back to him, I kissed his lips softly and pulled him to me. I unbuttoned his tee, revealing his upper chest. He pulled it over his head and my gaze automatically swept downward, over his face, his straight and strong shoulders, his sculpted muscles at his abdomen and still downward to the rection that was poking through his pants.

"You're such a tease." He complained, his breath heavy. He quickly seized me and pulled me onto him. The next second I found my back against the hard wood of the floor. He was right in between my thighs, gazing up at me through his eyelashes, eyes darkened.