Fallen

Chapter 22

"What's your favorite color?" I asked Martin. I had my head laid on his chest and my fingers intertwined with his. His other hand ran up and down my back, making random patterns on the surface of my sweater.

"Orange, but not a harsh orange; soft, like the sunset," he replied. I giggled and poked his chest.

"You stole that," I giggled.

"That I did, babe." he laughed and pulled me up his torso so I was face to face with him.

"Answer the question," I spoke softly as I hovered over his lips.

"Red. My mother's apron is red. She was always wearing it when I got home from school because she was starting dinner. Its such a little thing, but I miss it more than I thought I would." Martin's hand slowly slid my sweater up with each stroke on my back.

"That's beautiful," I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "when I was little, my mom used to lecture me on how important it was to be a good cook. She tried to get me into the kitchen and teach me. She said it was the key to a good man. I wish I would have appreciated it more. Now all I can cook is some eggs at best." He chuckled.

"All I remember is just wishing every moment that I could grow up. I wanted to be a woman so that I could finally do what I wanted and loved to do." Martin's hand slipped under my shirt. His hand felt warm on my back and brought more comfort than I expected.

"What did you want to be when you grew up?" He asked.

"Its stupid, but I wanted to be a singer. I used to stand in front of that mantel with a whisk and pretend I was the star of the show. My parents just laughed and called me cute, but I was dead serious." I laughed lightly.

"Sing for me." he spoke.

"What? No."

"Come on. I want to hear you sing."

"No, I don't sing anymore. At least not seriously."

"What do you mean not seriously? Singing is singing." He protested.

"I mean, when a One Direction song comes on, you can't resist. But I don't actually try."

"Then try," he smiled and squeezed my hand.

"No. I'm not budging on this," I glared at him and pulled my hand from his.

"Fine, okay. You're stubborn."

"And don't you forget it," I giggled as he tried to tickle my sides. "No, stop!" He laughed and pulled me in to peck my lips before I laid back down on his chest. The couch was small, but big enough for both of us to fit, especially with my body half on his.

"What did you want to be when you grew up?" I asked.

"The typical firefighter or astronaut. On a good day, I wanted to be a professional boxer." I giggled at his response. "but now its not exactly about what I wanted to be, its about what I want to be now. I have always wanted to help people. When my mom got sick, she started to send me to this clinic where they had people I could talk to. It helped a lot. I want to do that, I want to help kids who are going through something."

"That's great, Martin. Its admirable that you strive to help others," he lifted me to his face again.

"Enough talking," he smirked and brought his lips to mine. Both of his hands gripped my hips under my sweater. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and I understood his reaction earlier. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. Sparks lit under my skin and traveled throughout my entire body. I gripped his curls in my hands and kissed him harder. He leaned away to kiss down my neck, but as soon as his lips hit my jaw the front door knob turned. I jumped off of Martin fast and adjusted my clothing before the front door opened and I saw who was entering the house. Jeremy and Shae waltzed into the living room, both with smirks on their faces.