Snow and the Wishing Well (Fallen Tales series)

Chapter 36

Chapter 36
Sarah
"So that's it, you're never going to see her again?" I asked the next morning.
Justin lied half on top of me, resting his head on my belly. I ran my fingers through his floppy hair trying to see what went wrong. Dinner was fine, the walk to the hotel was great. So what had been said from then till when he walked her home?
"Not never see her again, but," he paused, thinking of what next to say, "We haven't been part of each other's lives for, twenty years."
"But, I thought you always wanted to meet her."
"But that's the thing, I haven't."
I frowned, "What?"
He rolled over, so that he could look at my face.
"Yes, I thought of her and yes I was mad that she had abandoned me. But I hadn't wanted to find her, till I found that note in my book. It was all my parents' idea."
I was dumfounded. I couldn't even speak.
I sat there, blinking for minutes.
"I guess you're right, I suppose."
He took my hand in his, looking into my eyes as if trying to say I'm okay.
My heart suddenly started to beat faster as I saw his eyes flick to my lips back to my eyes. It wasn't until then, that I realized just how much I wanted to kiss him to. Just how much I want him to touch me and love me. Just how much I trusted him.
"Justin," I stated, "if I were to say, that we would take our relationship to the next level, would you..."
He frowned, "Would I be interested?"
I nodded, feeling as if someone had stolen my voice.
He sat up on his knees then cupped my nape with his hand, bringing my lips to his. His lips parted mine so that I allowed his tongue to enter. I couldn't help but groan, just at how good it felt. If a simple kiss like this one, could send shivers down my spine, then how would my body react if we did the real thing.
When he let go, he still stayed millimetres away from my lips.
"Does that give you your answer?" he asked.
I nodded, rubbing my forehead against his.
"Yes. Yes I think it does."

The clicks of my boats filled my ears as I walked down one of the worst parts of town. Hackney.
A group of guys, wearing caps and loser ass jumpers, walked past me whistling and looking me up and down. I wanted to vomit in my mouth. Guys that I sleep with are more subtle than that. I decided to flick my hair and walk with my head held high, repeating the words in my head I am better than them.
Because of Justin. Justin made me better. He made me forget all about the other men. All about the cold sleepless nights on the street. Even made me forget about Victoria. Most importantly he made me forget about my last two years.
I ran my hand through my hair, stopping so that I could get my bearings right.
Where had Billy taken me? All the buildings around here looked the same. Tall, rectangle, run down and ugly. Damn it.
Just as I was about to give up, I spotted someone that I thought would be the last person to help me.
Calling out his name, I yelled, "Steve!"
He turned and spotted me. As soon as he did, he threw his head back and groaned. When I was a foot away from him, I said, "Hey, have you seen Billy?"
He groaned, "No, and before you ask, I haven't seen anyone from the shelter."
My heart dropped with disappointment. I was getting nowhere.
"Well, do you have any idea where he could be?"
He scoffed, "No, I thought you would. Seeing how great friends you are."
"I've been to every other place, he's not there."
"Well, I can't help you. So why don't you turn back the way you came?"
I should have been offended, but I expected that from Steve.
"Fine, whatever," I went to walk away but I stopped, "If you see him, tell him that I'm looking for him."
"Fine. Just go okay."
I rolled my eyes, walking the way I came.
God he frustrated me. He was rude and arrogant. And cared about no one but himself.
Once I had finally gotten to the hotel, it was dark and I was convinced that this day could not get any better. As I went to put my key in I dropped it, adding to the disappointment.
I am a horrible friend, I thought, I am a horrible – my mouth dropped and my eyes widened as the sight.
"Oh my God," were the first words out of my mouth.
The room was lit up with hundreds of candles that were placed all around the room. On the dressing table, against the wall, and even rose petals on the bed. But nothing was compared to the man that was standing, waiting for me.
"I wanted it to be perfect," he told me as if it had been a disaster, "You have no idea how long it took for me to light –."
Before he could finished, I locked my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. My heart started to race as his hand traced down to my lower back. Our bodies became one when I melted into his arms. He peeled away my coat, not leaving my lips, as I pulled off his shirt.
"Bed?" he asked, breathless.
I nodded falling back on to the bed. He ran one of his hands through my hair as his other hand ran down my back, to my behind. I moaned when I felt a squeeze.
"Oh my God," I said as we stopped kissing.
"I know," he moved his lips to my neck. A move I was familiar with but it seemed completely new.
I lifted my arms as he pulled off my singlet. His eyes landed on my red bra that coved my breasts. Again, a familiar move. But as I watched his eyes wonder the top half of my body, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I didn't want him to stop staring at my body. I wanted him to learn it, look at it, touch it, love it. I brushed the back of my fingers against his cheeks, bringing his eyes to mine.
Everything about us was in that one look. I saw him swallow and so did I. he was just as nervous as I was. So I told him what I had been feeling since I met him.
"I want you, Justin," his eyes softened as his hands run through my hair, "I want to take this step with you."
"Sarah, I may...Sarah I think I'm..."
"I know," I nodded, rubbing my thumb under his eye, "I, know."
He locked his lips onto mine. He started to grind a little, making me moan. I pulled my bra straps down, feeling the clip come loose. Then the button on my jeans, and his. We swallowed one more time before everything came off. Everything came serious and amazing. I started to feel something I had never felt before. Pressure, pleasure, the overpowering need to scream and scratch. I through my head back and moaned, clutching onto his shoulders as he grind between my legs.
"Oh my God," I moaned, "Oh God."
That was my first, best...ever.