Impossible

Chapter 43

I haven't updated in ages I know but I've had exams so shoot me. Anyway this beautiful cover ↑↑↑ was made by @_thesevendemigods_ on instagram.

Chapter 43

Paige's P.O.V.

I was lying down on the beach at the edge of camp. The sun was just starting to go down and the cool autumn air felt refreshing on my tired skin.

Something was gnawing at the back of my mind. Connor kneeling over me, the sun rising up over his shoulder. I remember how the sun showed his freckles and how the light reflected off his tear stained cheeks.

He had said something then but every time I tried to remember, the memory started to fade.

I opened my eyes to once again see the darkening sky in front of me.

I heard soft foot steps in the sand behind me and turned to see none other than Connor Stoll as he lay down next to me.

"So." Connor said slowly.

"So..." I replied.

"You almost died." He said unemotionally.

"Yeah I know." I said sarcastically.

"Then you left." He said with the same dull tone.

"I know." I repeated.

"And now you can't remember any of it."

"Pretty much."

The silence spread out for the next few minutes.

"Wanna go for a swim?" Connor asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Are you kidding? It's freezing!"

"I bet I could keep you warm" he smirked

"Shut it Stoll." I said rolling my eyes.

Connor's eyes turned serious for a moment.

"Does it hurt?" He asked looking down at my side.

"Only when I put pressure on it. I have one hell of a scar though. Bye bye bikinis."

"Yeah I bet you look terrible now" Connor smiled.

"Can I see it?" He asked, playing with the edge of my tee shirt.

"Sure." I smiled

He lifted up my shirt slowly, his fingers grazing my stomach sending tiny shocks up through my body.

His fingers traces the jagged white line from my hip to my rib.

"It healed this much in a day?" He asked

"Nectar does wonders apparently."

"Does this hurt?" He asked, tracing his hand over the scar again.

"Not really" I replied. I dug my hands into the sand as his slightest touch sent fireworks through me.

Then he leaned down and lightly kissed the edge of my scar. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a gasp of shock.

Connor just smirked. "How about that? Did that hurt?"

My head was buzzing loudly and it took a huge amount of effort to respond.

"Little bit"

Then he grazed his lips down the length of my white scar.

"And that?" He glanced up at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Connor, what are you doing?" I asked hesitantly.

"Please, if you want me so stop just say" he said as he trailed light kisses across my stomach.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I felt his hands ghosting along the waistband of my jeans.

That's when the fog cleared from my brain and my rational thoughts came back with sharp clarity.

I'm pretty sure I said something really intelligent like "ivegottogonowsorrybye" before jumping up and speed walking back into the centre of camp.

It wasn't until I was sat back on my bunk in the Aphrodite cabin that I tasted metal in my mouth and realised that I had bitten my lip so hard that it had started to bleed.

I need to get my sh!t together