The Chosen.

Madly

"i can't sleep again." i whisper rolling over to face Tom in my tiny bed, that's really only big enough to hold one of us. I don't mind though, i'd prefer to have him in my bed than to sleep alone.

He responds by rubbing his eye with the bottom of his palm and yawning. "Mmm, me either." He flutters his eyelids as his eyes adjust to the light and fall to my face.

"i want to go home." i murmur. It felt as if by the hour i could feel my homesickness progressing more and more.

Before when i thought the whole world was gone, I had no choice but to adjust to the circumstances. But now that i know my family is out there, wondering and waiting , i feel like i can't get out of here fast enough.

"Yeah, we just need Bill on board and we will get out of here." he whispers.

My mind cuts to the memory of when Bill pushed me against the lounge chair, deeply kissing me. That was the night he died. Or didn't die? i'm not so sure anymore.

I wish he didn't have to bring him up, I'm already trying so hard to suppress my feelings.

"Yeah." i whisper as i bite the inside of my lip begging the pain to bring me back from my memories.

"Is it weird seeing him again?" His eyes study my face, looking for any change of my expression.

Though my stomach drops, i refuse to show any inclination of how i actually feel about the whole thing. I know hiding my emotions from Tom is wrong but if I were open with him, would he be accepting of my emotions that Bill has resurfaced? I think not.

"No." i nod my head against the pillow we share. i'm not so sure if i'm doing a good job at convincing him because frankly, i'm doing a shit job at convincing myself.

"You?" i ask

"Kind of to be honest. There for a while... i was still looking for him every where i went. Eventually i came to accept everything. Now, i have to grieve the person he was and the life we had while looking him right in the eyes." he whispers as he turns his head away from me and looks up to the ceiling.

I reach my hand up and softly place it on his cheek rubbing my thumb against his smooth skin. Using my hand to turn his face towards me again, i look into his beautiful brown eyes.

"No matter what or who you grieve, i will always understand. I will always be with you. A connection deeper than we could ever fathom. Remember?" i remind him.

"June?"

"Yeah?"

"i'm in love with you." he whispers, closing the gap between us he kisses me. My mind had been so jumbled lately but the feeling of his lips against mine put everything so simply for me. It's him.

My hand grasps the back of his head, my fingers getting stuck between his thick dreads. His arm reaches over me as he braces himself above me on the little bed. Knots begin to form in my stomach, feeling like this is our first kiss all over again.

His tongue begs for permission to enter my mouth and i give in willingly. I had forgotten how good he tastes.

His lips break from mine as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down my neck making me whisper a few obscenities and cross my legs.

"Tom." i whisper as he hits the spot on my neck that always breaks me. My hands grasp his shirt and begin to tug at him, needing him now.

"Fuck, i can't control myself around you." he murmurs peaking back up at the open door to the darkness of the community space. Planting his lips against mine again, he caresses the sides of my hips, tugging at my skin. His hand travels between my thighs causing my body to shutter at the sensation it arose within my legs.

"Then don't." i whisper as my finger tips break the seal of his waistband and push his pajama pants from around where they hug his his toned waist.

***

Our sweaty bodies lie intertwined as we pant and gasp for air. I quickly became too loud for such a small shared area so Tom's hand prevented me from breathing most of the time.

Picking up my hand, Tom interlocks our fingers together. I turn and smile softly at him. God, we hadn't done that in a little while. I almost forgot how easily he can drive my body to the edge of insanity.

He licks his lips before speaking, "Do you believe it soul mates?" he asks me, making me giggle slightly.

"No. i'm serious!" he begs of me to be real with him for a second. The blush on his cheeks makes my heart begin to pound all over again. For a second i think about grabbing him and begging for a round two.

"Because of the sex we just had? is that why you're asking?" i ask, still attempting to catch my breath. I hope our panting resembling that of dogs isn't as loud as i think it is.

"No! well may be a little because that thing you do with your ton- No!" he shakes his head trying to bring himself back to his original thought. I stifle yet another giggle.

"Sometimes when we're close, like sleeping or even... you know..." His eyes dart downwards causing my eyebrows to raise. "i can feel our heart beats sync."

"Really?" i ask. I've always felt like my heart beats for him but i never thought it was literal. That's just how i described loving him, how i was able to put it simply. I knew no one would ever be able to understand how deeply i loved him so that was how i could make them.

"Yeah... i don't know. It's like we're on the same like... frequency..." He shakes his mind, feeling silly for the words that come out of his mouth. But deep with in me, i know he's not wrong.

"Maybe it's because we're in love." i whisper with a cheeky little grin.

"Madly." he shuts his eyes as a smirk appears from the corner of his mouth. His hand squeezes mine tighter.