Generation Infinosil

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty One - Kaitlyn

2050

I could hear the sound of the sirens escalate as they passed the house and then fall again as the police car travelled further into the distance. They were either still driving after the man or they were never on the way to my house in the first place; either way I didn't particularly care, the man was gone. At least for now. I opened the door and almost had a heart attack when Shane suddenly rushed into my arms. 

"Kaitlyn, are you okay?" He asked, barely catching his breath, he had definitely been running. He clasped onto my face and checked my body for any injuries until he was satisfied that I was unharmed, he then pulled me close to him like he would never let me out of his sight again.

"I'm okay now you're here." I said, burying my face into his solid chest. 

"I should have never left you." Shane said, running his fingers through my hair and kissing me hard on the forehead like he thought he'd lost me.

"Don't be silly, how were you supposed to know?" I stroked his cheek and hoped that if I gazed into his eyes for long enough it would calm him. It ended up calming me instead, his beautiful eyes enveloped me and I couldn't help but pull him close and kiss him passionately. He expertly closed the door behind him without needing to break the kiss and ran his hands down my back, where they rested just above my bottom.

It wasn't long before I was up against the wall with Shane's body pressed against me. His strong, solid figure formed a cage around me but instead of feeling trapped, I felt protected. I had my arms wrapped around him, exploring his muscular back under his top and pulling him as close to me as possible. His hands were on my lower back, I could feel his warm, large hands on my skin. He stopped kissing me for a moment and just stared into my eyes lovingly with a shy smile on his face. I felt so privileged to see this side of him, the real him that no one else saw. They'd see his cheeky, confident grin but never this shy, heartfelt smile. And that smile was aimed at me, it was me who he trusted enough to open up to.

"I love you," I whispered, "I will always love you, I feel like I always have."

"I love you too Kaitlyn, I always will, this feeling could never fade. I look at you and smile for no particular reason, I touch you and I want more, I feel like I've known you forever."

"I just can't get enough of you," I admitted, "I have to restrain myself from throwing myself at you like I've been waiting for you for years."

"You don't need to restrain yourself, I want you as much as you want me." He whispered, his voice honest and sincere. 

It was then that I noticed his hands were no longer lightly on my back but were almost balled into fists. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. 

"I'm trying to stop myself, if I feel your skin for much longer I won't be able to stop myself from..."

"From what?" 

"From giving in to my cravings." He said shyly, like he thought I would judge him.

"And what do you crave?" I whispered, our faces mere centimetres apart.

"You. I crave you. I want you, all of you."

"You can have all of me." I said, still whispering. 

He sighed in relief as if he had been waiting for me to say that forever, in fact it was half sigh and half groan. Within seconds his hands were all over me, from under my jeans and grabbing my bottom to under my bra. 

"Come with me?" I requested.

"Where?"

"Upstairs." I was surprised with my confidence, with how smoothly the word escaped my lips.