A Night To Remember

Part 2

Part 2

Chapter 11

Colton's P.O.V.

I wake up at about 5 in the morning. I look at the girl, sleeping in my arms. The whole night comes rushing back to me. I need to place the puzzle peices back together slowly. Her name is Samantha, the Samantha. The woman who wrote such meaningful peices. My life goal had been to meet her, tell her that everything would be okay. Obviously I knew her stories were from personal experience no one could write with such passion without being through anything of the sort. I fell in love with her, just by reading her stories.

I had told her about how I felt about the band, how I felt like I wasn't living the life I was meant for. She just listened, most likely imagining how she would write this in one of her novels. And I look down, long dark locks of hair cascading the bed. I push away a long peice of her hair and brush the bangs out of her face. Her makeup is slightly smudged, her one dimple is showing because her mouth is curved into a half smile.

One of the things I love the most about her though, her body. Something she is so uncomfortable with. Something she tried to perfect by not feeding herself, because of that asshole of a boyfriend she had. The one that got locked up, after he beat her up and almost left her for dead. I grab a fist full of the blanket on the opposite side of me and hold onto it tightly and count to 10. I then focus on her body to help me calm down. A little bit of her stomach is showing because her sweat shirt was pulled up whilst she was sleeping.

No, she is not the skinniest girl. But holy shit, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. In my arms, she is so fragile, I can't ruin this. I've known her for 3 years, reading her works of art. And I can't stop thinking about her, I can't stop thinking about how I want to make her feel special. I want her to know, that someone can love you. For you. Granted, it isn't that hard to love her for her looks. She is truly flawless. And she needs to realize this. And I will spend all today, all week, all eternity, showing her this.

Chapter 12

I wake up with a start. I feel the empty space beside me, I feel the lack of body heat that radiates off of Colton's body. He left, he crashed here and left at what? 5 in the morning? I feel tears burning in my eyes but I blink them away. First he confesses all of his emotions about his life to me and then he leaves me in the middle of the night like I'm nothing? What, because I wouldn't hook up with him? I sigh and pull the blankets off of my body, I pull down my sweatshirt so my stomach is no longer exposed.

I walk into the living room and open my laptop and start writing about what had just happened. And then I hear a shower run from where I'm sitting. I grab the brush off of the table and get up. Is it Colton? No, he left. Roxanne or Alexis? Possibly. I highly doubt it though. I wait outside the shower door until it stops. Someone walks out and I hit them with the brush.

"Samantha?" Colton starts laughing, like the type of laughing where you can't stop until it is fully out of your system. "Did... Did you think I was a robber?"

"I thought, you left me in the middle of the night," I reply honestly. His smile turns into a frown, I hate that look on his face.

"Oh, no. I um," he smiles again. "I got you breakfast, but I didn't want to wake you up."

"Oh," I smile back. "Thank you." I then notice something. Colton has nothing on but a towel, wrapped around his waist. Water droplets are dripping from his sopping wet hair down to his chest, streaming down his slender hip bone, not that I was looking or anything. I quickly make eye contact with him and a hint of mischeif sparks his chocolate brown eyes.

"Stop staring," he tells me.

"I'm not staring," I lie.

"Okay," he rolls his eyes and shakes the hair out of his eyes. "Care to explain why there is male shampoo and body wash in your shower?"