The Bodyguard #TheWattys2015

04. Still him

Cassandra's POV.

His skin is smooth and wet from sweat under my fingertips. His body is tensed just like mine; his eyes closed and lips parted. My hand is gripping his biceps as my own mouth parts in order to moan for him. Just like he wants me to.

I feel him fully. My skin is burning at places that he touches and my insides twist every time he releases throaty groan.

He's so beautiful in this vulnerable state he is in, I can't take my eyes away from him. His hair is sticking to his forehead, eyebrows crunched together.

"Cass." My name rolls off his tongue so amazingly, that I know my place is only here, with him.

I don't want to close my eyes, but the pleasure he's giving me, doesn't let me leave them open. Every thrust throws me in the ecstasy of love, pure love.

His sweaty palm reaches under my back to bring me close to him as his movements become faster. My chest presses up against him and he brings his forehead to rest on mine. I know he's reaching his high and only watching him fulfilling his needs in me makes me get to my point, too. I can't keep it all in me as I scream loudly,

"Harry."

~

Someone shakes me to wake me up. My eyes feel heavy and vision is blurred when I open them.

When I adjust to the light, I realize that I'm in unfamiliar room. At first, I'm afraid, but then I see, that the person who was shaking me, is Fred. He's standing next to bed, holding a phone in his hand only in his boxers. I wonder how did we get there, because the last thing I remember is being with him on the roof.

"Your parents called." He tells me and gives me my phone.

I nod and type my mother's number as I look out of the window. It's dark and after midnight I assume. As I wait for mother to answer my call, Fred joins me in bed and covers his shirtless body with a blanket.

"Oh my God, Cassandra!" Felicia shouts in to a phone. "Where are you? Why weren't you answering my calls?! I've been worried sick! I-

"Mom," I interrupt. Her loud voice makes me realize, that my head's hurting as hell. "I'm fine. Nothing has happened, I'll be home in a few."

"It was so disrespectful and immature from you-

"Moooom,"I interrupt again. "please. I'm sorry. I'll be there soon."

I hang up and look at Fred, I'm sure my face is tired, worn out actually.

"We should have called, right?" He asks and I nod, closing my eyes and laying back on the bad.

We both are silent for the couple of minutes and everything settles down in my mind. I remember drinking and opening up with Fred. And then, having sex with him. I look at him and he's already looking at me. I wonder why he's so quiet.

"Is there anything wrong?" I wonder.

"No," he shakes his head.

"Then why are you so quiet?"

"What should I say?" He smiles.

"Well," I think for a moment and laugh myself. "Well, I don't know."

Fred smiles again to lies on his side to prop himself up on his elbow. His hand reaches out and strokes my cheekbone, still smiling, his eyes holding warmth.

This gives me strange feeling in my stomach. I've missed being treated this way. No one has ever touched me like this since...for a long time. Yes, Jonathan has tried to do sweet things like this, but I always brushed him off, not giving his actions a single thought. But now, laying here and thinking, I realize that I've really missed this; I miss feeling that someone cares for me. I miss feeling warm.

"I hope you don't hate me now."

"Hate you for what?" His question makes me frown.

"For having sex with you. You were drunk and all..."

"Being drunk doesn't mean that you can't control your mind." I answer. "Alcohol only gives you the confidence to do the things you want. It doesn't make you want the things you wouldn't need when you're sober."

"Oh." That's all he says and moves his hand away from me.

"Fred, there's something wrong." I state, knowing that his normal behavior is not like this.

He doesn't answer, just shakes his head and I shrug as I get up, "I have to go or my parents will kill me."

"Yeah, sure. I'll drive you."

~

A car ride is silent and I burst my brain thinking about the things that might got wrong. Maybe he was not satisfied? But he could have asked me for more...

Or maybe he was the one regretting? But why? I will be gone by this time tomorrow.

Maybe that is the thing, that bothers him? That you'll be gone?

My conscious tells me, but I shake that thought off. That can't be the thing.

Fred parks his car one street down from the hotel and I move my body to face him fully, "I don't know what's wrong, but thank you for everything. You're an amazing friend and really a good guy. I'm so happy that I met you."

"Me too," he finally smiles his familiar, friendly smile. Then he does something unexpected. He leans forward and kisses my lips in a...loving way.

"Fred I..."

"You love Harry." That throws me complete off guard.

"What?"

"You called for him yesterday."

~

I'm sorry that it's a little and shitty update! and i'm sorry for making you wait for thiiiiiiiis long, but I had my final exams guys and fortunately I got the highest marks in every one of them!

So what does that mean? yaAAAAAS, updates are back! I might update today, too as a double update. depends on my job (i started working at a bookshop yaaAAAAS)

thanks for being patient with me and i love you

kate. xoxo