Fallen for you

Chapter 24

This chapter is dedicated to every single fan of this story, new or not so new. The amount of love this story has been getting absolutely baffles me, but I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am to all of you. Okay you probably are just going to skip over this and go straight to the story, but for those of you who don't. I need you to know that I appreciate you all so much. I've missed you, I've missed this. I started this story a few days after I turned fourteen when I was going through an immensely hard time, I'll be seventeen in two months. It's time to finish what I've started.

Without further a do, I give you chapter 24 of FFY.

I have never been a believer of happy endings, and this was not the end to anything but my very unhappy childhood and adolescence. I guess you could call what I was having an epiphany, you know the realization that often comes after something very good or bad happens?

Yeah those, I was having one of those.

I turned my head to the left so that I could see what time the digital clock read: 3:48 AM, a reminder I should have been asleep hours ago. For some reason I could not fall asleep, while Hunter who's head lay gently against my chest had been out from the moment we said goodnight. I ran my fingertips across his bare back under the covers, careful not to wake him. I often do it just to remind myself that he's there and he's real.

At this rate, I would be exhausted when the clock struck six. I closed my eyes for the tenth time and tried to fall asleep but it wasn't working out in my favor. I sighed, the sound that normally would have gone unnoticed seemed louder in the darkness. One moment I felt stirring on top of me and the next, Hunter's hair was brushing my nose.

He stirred again and I knew he was awake.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked, his lips brushing my neck.

"Can't sleep," I answered, a small smile found its way onto my lips.

"Why can't you sleep? Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, his lips were now at my ear and I could hear the concerned tone in his voice.

He cared for me so much, it made my heart feel like it was going to burst out of my chest. No person should ever have as much of an effect on another person as he did on me, the glory of first love and all that; I guess.

Just then, he rolled off of me and I scowled at him in the darkness. I knew I was hooked because not touching him felt wrong, I was beginning to let myself get so attached. The change between now and a month ago was that I was no longer afraid, okay no that's a lie. I think everyone is always a little afraid of getting their heart broken no matter how long your track record is. Not that that would make me feel any better, first relationship, first love, I hadn't the slightest clue what to expect.

I pushed the thought out of my head almost as quickly as I invited it in, one because I was done with the negative thinking; and two because I missed his body heat.

"What are you doing? I was perfectly comfortable," I scowled in his direction.

"Switching positions," he said, and I could almost hear the lazy smirk on his face.

Before I could register what he'd said into my mind I felt a hand gently slide down my arm and across my waist. A moment later the other hand followed suit and they were both gripping my hips through the satin shorts I was wearing. He pulled me on top of him so that my head was on his chest and my legs were intertwined with his.

"You could have told me you wanted to switch," I chuckled.

"Yeah, but that's not as fun as touching you. Besides, I'm pretty sure this is our favorite position." he said as he wrapped his arms around me.