Jared's P.O.V.:
As my eyes flicker open, my mind draws blank. For a few seconds, I'm left with nothing but blissful silence of the morning. Then last night hits me. The rough, carnal thrill. Her screams, how she let go and let her inner animal take reigns.The way her body moved, God it almost killed me! She left me wanting more, and more. And as we finished, the finals words I said, I took a chance:
"I love you." I whispered as her breathing regained normality.
Her eyes became wide, and filled with fear at first, then it faded and was replaced with something else. She leaned over and kissed me, not releasing until she gasped for air. she laid down again and turned towards me. She didn't say it, but I don't think she really needed to. The glimmer in her perfect hazel eyes, they were the same as were in mine, complete and utter desire. She fell asleep, and after so did I.
Which lead us to now
Dawson had her arm draped over my chest, resting her head over my beating heart. The blanket was on the lower part of her back, exposing all of her, perfect. I look down at her, still in deep slumber as I kiss her head and try to shimmy out. I had to get things ready since today was really hectic. Dawson and I were meeting with her publisher about creating my book. She was as excited as I was, and we both knew this could potentially open up other, maybe joint-effort, projects.
I slide the comforter up Dawson's back and put my boxers on from last night. I stand back and take in the messy sheets, the crooked mattress, and my flawless women in the center of it all.
I walked back out into he living room on where everything was where we left it. Everything had been quiet, as if frozen in time. On the couch was Evana.
I brew a thing of coffee and pour two cups. As I bring them back towards the bedroom, I call Evana. I get no response.
"Okay?" I say, walking back an into the room. There, Dawson sat up, and smiled up at me. She pulled the blanket so none of her was exposed any longer.
As I hand her one of the cups, she looks over at me, "What time is our appointment?"
I check the clock on my nightstand and calculate how much time we have to get there, "Well, it starts at 10. Its 8 now. So if we leave within the next hour and a half, we'll be golden. "
She nods, and begins to sit up. Taking a sip of coffee, she sets it down and pulls the blanket with her. "I'm going to take a shower really quickly." She said, which sounded more like a request.
"Sure!" I say as I hear the door close.
I lay there, listening to her sing some of the band's songs. She truly had a beautiful singing voice, although I wasn't really surprised. Everything else about her was stunning, why wouldn't her voice? As she covered some of the songs, I began to get ready myself, pulling out my clothes.
As soon as she got out, she had a towel draped around her. She walked into the room and began to rummage through her bag. I must've began staring because she turned around and blushed, then pulled her towel tighter. I broke my gaze and rushed into the bathroom.
Right as I'm about to get into the shower, I hear a ear splitting scream. I put my underwear back on and sprint down the hall to see Dawson sobbing. In her arms was Eva, limp.
"I. . . She. . ." I stutter. I suddenly become very dizzy as Dawson looks up. She shakes her head and hugs her puppy.
"I'm so sorry!" she yells into her.
I rush by her and sit down next to her. Dawson was white knuckle-ing Eva, who was wrapped up in one of Dawson's jackets.
I try to grab Eva, knowing that if Dawson kept holding her, she might never let go. As soon as I got one hand off, Dawson stopped, and threw her head onto my chest. Her hysterical cries became muffled as she clung onto me.
I began to feel it too, the pit of my stomach had began to eat away at me again, ripping and tearing at my heart. Tears fell and I held Dawson tight. Evana laid beside us, not in pain anymore.
