How Could I Have Known? (A Josh Ramsay Fan Fiction)

Part IX

I woke up to find Josh still sleeping next to me and the rest of the guys sitting around watching TV, but the motion was too much and I went back under again. Again my brain woke up faster than my eyes opened and I heard voices. They were familiar and one was fairly close. They bounced questions, answers and swears between each other. Then came the question about Josh and me. "What did you guys do last night? Come on you can tell us Josh!" One of them said. "Why do you need to know?!" He almost shouted. "Let’s just say that we knew you two were going to get together sooner or later and we just think that you need to stay together." Another explained. "Okay, but what does that have to do with when we are alone? Isn't it better to keep what we do to ourselves?" "Eh, it's okay, but we can help you if you let us know if you nailed her." "What?! No. Why should I tell you anything? That's for us not for the world. She doesn't want you to know so I'm not going to tell you either. That's enough questions about us. When she is okay with talking about it fine, but until then forget it!" Thank you Josh and my brain drifted off into nightmares.

I woke up panting and in a cold sweat. Everyone was staring at me and Josh was running his fingers through my hair. "Are you okay?" He softly asked. "Yeah." I stuttered. "What happened?" "Nothing, you just screamed and woke up." He told me. "Oh God, I'm sorry. Jeez, I thought I had that under control." I said as I tried to steady my heartbeat. "What were you dreaming about?" Josh asked. "I never remember the dream." I explained. "This one was about you, though." "Hmm, it's okay. Don't worry about it. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'll be fine. What time is it?" I found out I slept for about six hours. Had Josh stayed with me the whole time? I guess so because our hands were not cuffed.

I say up on the couch and stretched out; Josh got up and reached up to the ceiling almost putting his hands out of the bus. He was so tall it's a wonder how he kissed me, maybe that's why he always lifted me up when we did. He offered me his hand, I took it and we went to the back of the bus to get something to drink. He asked if I wanted some of a drink with this funny name. "Does it have alcohol in it?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" "I can't have any of that. Besides I need something to keep me up!" "Ah, yes sugar. We have plenty of that stuff." Josh said. We laughed. And he came over to kiss me after he got the drinks. I noticed that he only kissed me when we were alone. What was that? He probably was embarrassed, I was short compared to him and the guys would try to make fun of him. But I had to know. "Why do you only kiss me when we are alone?" "I don't know. I think it's something that should be only for us." "Oh, okay." I smiled and that was it. We didn't say another word. Our lips connected and it was last night all over again except fully clothed. That didn't stop him from kissing and touching every available inch of my skin left after he took his sweat shirt off of me. There was another couch in the back of the bus where he laid me down on. After that we weren't separated for a long while. All of my senses were focused on him. My lips tingled from his. When he pulled away and looked at me with his eyes I couldn't do anything but stare back into them. As always his hands traveled EVERYWHERE so my skin was burning. His scent intoxicated me and my ears could only hear his breathing and soft moans when I kissed him back too hard. They picked up something else but it didn't register in my brain so I dismissed it. There it was again. What was it? Josh didn't seem to notice either but the sound got louder. Suddenly he stopped and looked at the doorway I followed his eyes.