The Chosen

Chapter three

I woke up because of a loud crashing noise and the sound of someone cussing. I was awake immediately, my mind flashing back to the previous night. I looked around the room. Caleb was no longer beside me, the side of the bed where he was when I fell asleep was cold.

I jumped out of the bed and ran into the hall, where the loud crash came from. I was prepared for a fight. My father had trained me for a fight and, although I wasn't that great, I could hold my own in a fight.

What I found in the hall made me laugh, rather than scream. Caleb was picking up pieces of scrambled eggs from the floor. The glass plate it was on was in pieces. I guess that was what caused the loud crashing noise.

"What happened?" I asked him, trying to hold in my laughter.

"I was coming up the steps and I tripped." he muttered.

I chuckled and knelt beside him to help. "We're you going to give me breakfast in bed?"

He looked up at me. "Yes."

I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"I kind of ruined it, though."

"It's the thought that counts." I assured him.

He leaned in this time, and instead of kissing my cheek, he pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was gentle and, to my surprise, made a warm feeling grow in the pit of my belly. He must have noticed how I was more into this kiss than I was with the other ones because he pulled me closer to him. I shifted so that I was perched comfortably on his lap, a leg on either side of him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, which was messy from sleeping, and deepened the kiss. Our tongues collided and his grip on me tightened. He stood up, taking me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me back into the bedroom, completely forgetting about the mess of food and shattered dishes on the floor.

Once we were in the bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind him and placed me on the bed, never breaking the kiss. He pushed me backwards and hovered above me, supporting all of his weight with his elbows. Once we were in a comfortable position, his lips left mine. He trailed kisses over my jaw, down my neck, stopping at my collar bone, and going back up again. He found a sweet spot near the curve of my neck and kissed only that spot. I let out a satisfying moan and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding his head in place.

He moved one of his hands from beside my head and ran it over my body. His hand gripped the hem of my shirt and he pulled it over my head in one swift motion, tossing the article of clothing to the side. He pressed a kiss to the valley between my breasts and his hand reached around my back to unclasp by bra, removing it carefully.

He pulled away slightly to look over the parts of me that were exposed to his eyes. A small smile formed on his lips before he leaned down to kiss me again. His warm, calloused hand kneaded my breast gently. I let out another moan. His hand that was on my breast moved lower, to the waist band on my shorts. He tugged on them, attempting to pull them down. That's when I realized what was happening.

I quickly pushed his hand away. He pulled away, probably wondering what he did wrong. His eyes widened as he looked over me, realizing how intense our encounter had gotten. He removed his hands from my body quickly.

"I'm sorry." he said. his voice was raspy.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist and sat up. "It's okay."

I redressed myself quickly before I looked at him again. He was staring off into space. I stood up and his head snapped around to look at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, his voice careful.