Unpolished

Lost In Your Arms

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lost In Your Arms

(Playlist – Mouth Shut by The Veronicas)

Things are going to get a little steamy this time around, but some very important information is revealed...

Jade's POV:

When I woke up, my bed was empty, and cold. Last night, Sang and I had been talking about school, and talking about feelings of all things. When North came upstairs, I was crying. I had a pain in my stomach seeing him standing there. Not because I had had a crush on him, but because the way he stood in the doorway had reminded me of my brother. It made me miss Jay for a moment, and made me cry even harder. North didn't know what was wrong so he just sat down and pulled Sang on to his lap. He did say that Dr. Green was found, but my brother wasn't there. I wish Rocky would've been caught. When I put my head into my pillow, Sang just laid down next to me, and took my hand. Next thing I know I was waking up alone.

God, I hated feeling all emotional. Being bitchy was so much fucking easier than this shit. Being numb was better than being aware. I rolled over on the bed, lost in my thoughts. Do I give up a future where things might actually work out for me, or just forget it and go back to the way things were and take my chances that this miserable existence would just go away?

I had to try to break my old habits, even though history kept nagging at me. "If only I had never gone on that damn trip!" I threw my fist down on the bed in frustration and sat up and stripped off my tank and then my sleep shorts.

"Hey, don't mind me." Marco said from the doorway.

I didn't bother covering myself. I was not self-conscious. "Good morning, Marco."

"Right now? Yes, it's a very good morning. Please, continue." He smiled at me.

It was cute. Scratch that, it was downright "...fucking sexy." My hand went right to my mouth.

"What was that? I think I heard something about being fucking sexy." Marco had closed the door and locked it.

Someone please tell me why my hands are sweaty and my breathing is hitched up a notch. "Uh, I was just going to take a shower. I'll be out shortly." I turned quickly to go towards my bathroom suite.

I stopped inside the doorway and held my breath. His presence was there. "What are you running away from, Jade? I know you feel something for me. I... I feel something for you too, Jade."

"Don't say that, Marco. All I will do is disappoint you. I am not cut out for relationships." I lowered my voice. "Even if I want one."

"I heard that, Jade." His voice was strained. It sounded hurt. "Why don't you think you deserve a real relationship?"

"Just... I'm broken Marco. It's much worse than McCoy and Hendricks." I opened the bathroom door up and faced him. "Listen, I appreciate everything you guys have done, but... but if you really knew me. The real me. You wouldn't be trying so hard. I'm damaged goods."

I was swept up in his arms, and Marco's lips crashed into mine. It was a desperate kiss. One that begged me to just let things be as they were. He quickly put his arms around my waist, tightly pulling me in to his chest. His lips were like nothing I had ever imagined before. He softly bit down on my bottom lip slowly pushing his tongue into my mouth. This was a war I was not going to win, at least not today.

As he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel how hard he was already. He carried me into the bathroom suite and sat me down. Getting down on one knee, he slowly stripped my panties off of me, then kissed his way back up my legs, skirting my most sensitive areas. "Oh my god." It was like kisses of fire. I really couldn't do this, could I? Yes. Yes I could. My breasts were freed from the confines of my bra with a quick reach around of his hand. "I take it, you're not new at this?"