Love, Camping

Chapter 19 | Moan, Scream or Cry

Jessica Timbers P.O.V.

We kissed slowly but deeply. As if he was trying to caress my soul with his kiss. His strong arms held me close to him, keeping me tucked in and safe. I pushed myself into his arms, letting him warm me.

I felt distant, though. The warmth from his body radiated, but it could not relax me. My exhaustion was blocking the little comfort I was receiving.

I pulled away and sighed. Derrick gave me a confused look.

"I need to use the bathroom," I told him.

"It's a bonfire night. We should go out." He suggests.

"I am in no mood to go out." I turn to him.

After what happened earlier, I plan on staying in bed until the next morning comes with more trouble.

Staying in bed won't solve anything!

"I plan on sleeping instead," I said.

"It's too early for that. Perhaps some nice weather and food could cheer you up."

"You saw what happened, Derrick. Nothing is going to cheer me up." I replied, as a matter of fact.

I turned to the bathroom and locked myself in.

I washed my face with cold water and noticed light, dark circles appearing under my eyes. I sighed. I did my business and washed my hands. I walked out of the bathroom to find that Derrick was not on my bed. He was, in fact, rummaging through my clothes.

"You have some really interesting pieces in here." He smirked, pulling out my clothes.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked and pulled my bag away from him.

He smirked at me, his dark eyes twinkling. His head tilted to the side, and for a second, I found myself gawking at his beautiful face.

"It's either the maroon or the black one," He states, "and you can pair it up with this."

He pulled up one of my satin thongs. The loop effortlessly dangled from his one finger.

My eyes widen, and I snatch it from him, shoving it back in my bag. He laughed.

"Don't ever go through my clothes again." I squinted my eyes at him, my cheeks turning a tomato red.

He raised his hands in surrender.

"I'd prefer those on you anyway." He mumbled, running his eyes over me.

I bite my lip, feeling all the heat rush to my face. He chuckled again.

He turned to my bed and collapsed on it, stretching to his full length. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his head.

"I don't want to go." I followed him.

His huge muscles covered the entire bed, and his legs were so long, they almost stretched out of the bed. My eyes fell on his buttocks, and instantly the picture of him naked this morning flashed across my mind.

I cleared my throat. He pulled his head up.

"Come here."

My heartbeat picked up, but I walked to the bed and sat beside him.

He pulled me down, and we lay facing each other. I made out every little detail on his face-his long eyelashes, the color of his eyes-a bistre brown, almost black. A few cute freckles adorn his face here and there, and his nose was perfectly sharp.

"What you need is some fresh air to clear your mind. And I got've some perfect plans to get you out of these four walls."

"I don't feel like socializing." I argue tiredly.