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Chapter 16

Heads up, I don't make it clear in this but his family is out. You'll see ;)

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~Rope~

Atlanta

Light poured through the small gap in the curtains, spilling onto the floor and the bed. I blinked my eyes several times, trying to get my eyes to a gust to the light. My vision still slightly blurry, I began to sit up, but was instantly pulled back down by something.

What the hell?

I used my hands, rubbing at my eyes to get them to focus properly. As I reopened my eyes, they were met by a brown mop of messy hair and two, muscular arms wrapped securely around my waist. It took me another second to realize where I was and who that must be and something clicked.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, probably a little to loud.

"Wha-what?" Chandler jumped up in surprise, trying to find the cause of my distress.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper/shouted.

"Sleeping?" He said, obviously confused by my question.

"No, what are you doing sleeping in the same bed as me?" I asked again.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I just woke up in the middle of the night as noticed you were moving around a lot in your sleep. I think It may have been because of the storm. Anyway, I comforted you, as in hugged you in your sleep and it seemed to calm you down. "Guess I must have fallen asleep..." He finished, a sheepish look on his face.

"Oh okay then." I said quietly, looking down. We sat there for a minute not saying anything. Guess I'll just get my stuff and go-" I began, sitting up, but was once again pulled back onto the bed by two bare arms.

"Nooooo" he wined, sounding like a 5 year old "Stay in bed. You were a nice cuddle buddy and its the weekend." He continued, snuggling his face in my shoulder.

"Okay. Only for a little bit okay, not too long." I warned him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

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Okay so we may have stayed like that for a little longer then intended but it was soooooo nice.

He had his arms wrapped around my waist, tracing little figure of eights on my hip, using his other hand to play with loose stands of hair around my face. I just lay there, running my hands up and down his toned torso, who wouldn't? ((Am I right or am I right?))

After a while, my stomach stared to make some really strange noises and we decided that getting up was the best idea.

We both walked out the room, stumbling slightly, and I was about walk down the stairs when the floor disappeared from under my feet. Again!

I gave another squeak like last night as I felt two strong arms under my back and the crease of my knees. Bridal style? Really Chandler?

"Again?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"It's funny, and the noise you make is adorable." He chuckles, carrying me into the kitchen and placing me carefully on the counter.

I expected him to move out the way, but he didn't. Instead, he moved in front of me, opening my legs and standing between them, placing his hands on my thighs. He pulled me closer so my inner thighs were touching his hips. He put his hands on my waist, griping slightly.

I was taken aback but instinct told me to wrap my arms around him. So I did. I titled my head forward, pulling him closer, until our foreheads touched. I could feel his heavy breaths on my neck, causing the beat of my heart to execrate. He separated our heads, looking into my eyes.

Slowly, he leaned forward, connecting our lips. A static wave of energy passed through me as our lips moved in sync with each other. I felt his tongue brush against my bottom lip, leaving a slight tingling sensation.

He started deepening the kiss, getting more and more passionate. I grabbed the hair at the back of his neck, playing with it, causing him to let out a small moan. I smirked into the kiss, grabbing more. His hands moved to my back, pulling at the ends of my t-shirt.

He pulled his head away, almost instantly reconnecting his lips with the skin of my exposed collarbone. He immediately found my sweet spot, kissing it roughly. Letting out a loud moan, I closed my eye, tilting my head back.

Pulling away, I rested my forehead on Chandlers again, both of us breathing heavily.

"How do you do this to me?" He whispers, sending chills down my spine.

"W-we should probably have something to eat." I say, still playing with is hair.

"Good Idea." He replies, picking me up, and placing me carefully on the floor. I stand in front of him for a minute looking at him. Then I let my hands fall, slowly running them down his bare chest. "Mmmm, do that again." He hums, closing his eyes. I placed my hand back to the top of his shoulder and slowly ran it back down his chest again. I hear a low moan from him and I reach his v-line, but pulled away before I took it too far.

"So what are we making." I chirped up, breaking the very intimate atmosphere around us.

Chandler shook his head slightly, letting his hair whip back and forth, turning towards me. "WE are not making anything. You are gonna stand there, looking cute while I make us breakfast." He insisted, walking towards the fridge.

"Well okay. What are YOU making Master Chef Chandler." I spoke in a posh voice, making him chuckle deeply. Oh lord. His deep voice... I jumped up onto the counter again, sitting, swinging my legs slightly.

"Bacon?" He asked, his head still in the fridge.

"Bacon." I agreed.

He pulled back from the fridge, turning around to look at me, bacon in hand. He looked me up and down, chuckling deeply again. "Well, your doing your job extremely well."

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After breakfast, or should I say Lunch, we both decide to go out for a walk. I had left some clothes from when I had fallen off my penny-bored and luckily they've been washed, so I put them on and walked out the door.

It was slowly starting to become winter. The cold breeze brushed against my face, nipping at my exposed ankles. Dead leaves littered the floor while only a few clung onto the bare branches. A thin layer of frost covered the windows of cars and some houses around us.

We strolled down the path towards the park, neither of us saying anything. When we got to the park, there were already kids running around, being chased by worried parents. Agreeing to stay out of the frantic atmosphere, we headed into the forest that lined the edge of the park. We walked quietly through the woods, the only sound was the crunch of leaves underfoot.

After about 10 minutes of walking, we reached a small channel that looked as if it used to be a small stream, but had dried up. sighing loudly, I turned to walk back, but was stopped my a strong hand on my upper arm.

"Atlanta, Look!" Chandler said from behind me. I turned back around, looking for what he was talking about. My eyes met a large, thick rope dangling from a branch of an old oak tree. "Come on!" He encouraged, pulling me towards it.

He went first, swinging back and forth, creating a huge u-shape across the small channel. Eventually he slowed down, coming to a stop. Now it was my turn.

I started off very slowly, still cautious on how safe this is. After I was more confident on it, I started making bigger movements, swinging higher. A refreshing wind whipped past my face, making me laugh.

My laughter stopped however when the world around me came crashing down.

Literally.

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CLIFFHANGER GHFRGSDHNHBGVYIKJ

Ria Xxxx