Heart Burns

Chapter 15

"Don't wake the neighbors," he whispers in my ear as his right hand gropes my chest. He kisses me to hush my moans, and i can taste his last cigarette on his tongue. He starts to make his way down my next, leaving bites and bruises I'll be proud of later on.  I can feel him hard on my thigh, and I move my hand down his chest. He stops me when i get to the waistband of his jeans. "Not yet," he kisses into my collarbone, and i move my hand back up under his shirt, feeling his abdomen clench at the cold of my fingers. The lights in the house we're hidden next to illuminates our curious bodies in the soft grass. I jump up and hit his forehead with mine. He laughs, deep inside his stomach, pointing at the horror on my face. "Come on!" He grabs my hand and runs, dragging my frozen legs with him. He nearly trips on the potted plants and nozzles of the sprinklers, setting one off. I scream when i get hit with cold water, and he laughs even harder, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes. The water makes the nice clean cut lawn muddy, and we slip in a tangle of wet clothes and limbs. We both sit in shock until i grab a handful of mud and smash it into his hair, making his blueish tint completely brown with grass hiding in the layers. "Brea!" He takes me down with is heavy body and rolls my body in the mud with his hips. I laugh so hard my lungs begs for oxygen, but i can't give them what they ask for. He positions himself over me, his necklace tickling my nose. I bring up a hand and rub the mud away from the stone, uncovering the Gears of War. "Please don't go to  war. I need you here." I whisper, and he kisses my muddy forehead. "I don't know if I'm going yet." 

"Brea! What the hell!" Carol sees me walking hand in hand with him down the sidewalk, our footsteps lit up by the lamp posts. I stop in my tracks and know it's not safe for him by the way her veins in her neck are trying to escape. "You have to go." I say, my voice hard, but instead of leaving, he tightens his grip on my hand. "I'm not going to go until you're inside and i know you'll be okay tonight." I rip my hand out of his and push him away. "Go away." His facial features all fall together, and he tries to reach for me. "No, get away from me." My voice is mean, and it hits him in the face. I can see the red spots where my words hit him in the face over and over. He hold up his hands in surrender and walks away slowly, his eyes still on me.