Hidden Under Perfection

Chapter 7: Claire

            I know exactly what the kiss was for; it was to get back at Liam. For him leaving me out here alone, I know it wasn't his fault but I can't blame anyone else. But as I Kissed Doran, I didn't think about Liam, I only thought of him. As his lips moved against mine I thought about his honey blond hair and how it felt as I ran my fingers through it. I was thinking about his beautiful hazel eyes, and how in the firelight they had a golden look. I was thinking about how sweet he is and how he isn't a jerk, I was thinking about Doran and me.

Through the whole thing my heart fluttered and my stomach rolled over. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I thought about the way I fit perfectly into his arms, I was thinking about him and only him. I was in love, and I knew it with all my heart. Doran was my first love and I felt nothing concerning Liam, it was as if he never existed.

Every time his hand touched mine or his elbows brushed my mine I got soft inside and weak in my knees. My heartbeat quickens every time his gaze meets mine. Every time he speaks my heart falls a little deeper.

"Doran, I'm sorry." I wrap my arms around is muscular torso and rest my head on his chest, his heartbeat is quick racing against mine.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for making you think I didn't care about you."

"You did no such thing,"

"Now you are just being amazing."

"No, I am just being nice." I bring his lips to mine one last time before sinking down onto the moss bed. I drag him with me as I position myself on my side. My head rests on his shoulder as and his arm is draped around me. I fall asleep listening to his even breathing.

My sleep was peaceful, and I had no dreams, which is good. My sleep has been plagued with nightmares for the past week and I am glad to be rid of them.

I wake up with a jolt, the strands of my hair falling in front of my eyes. Then I realize that my pillow is moving, why is my pillow moving? Then I look over my shoulder and see Doran's beautiful face, I turn in his arms so that his chest is against mine, and kiss him awake, I trail kisses down is neck tracing his collar bone and back on his lips, I lift away to see his radiant hazel eyes staring back at me.

"Good morning, love." His voice is heavy with sleep and it makes my heart tumble in my chest.

"Good morning Doran."

"I could get used to this."

"What?"

"Waking up to this beautiful face and fresh kisses on my lips." He was the only one who could make me believe that I was pretty.

"Me too," I looked into his eyes and kissed him slowly opening his moth with my lips, he reaches up into my hair and deepens the kiss, he makes a sound deep in his throat that turns my insides to mush. I break away to look at him, marveling his handsome face. "I love you."

"I love you too." Just then my stomach growls and we break into laughter.

We get up and he rekindles the fire, the warmth is welcome with the morning chill. I look into my sack to see what food we have left, and I find half a bottle of water and two sticks of dried meat. I offer him one and I eat the other. I pull out the water bottle and take a sip, I offer it to him, and he says, "no you drink it, you need it more."

"No I don't, but I don't think I can make you drink it."

"You're right."