Finding Him - Saving Her

Chapter 4

                 

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After that morning, I try less to remember. I have what I want. It has been an overwhelming week of memories, too. Two full memories was what I would be lucky to get in a year in Antarctica, much less in one week.

We are cooking in my kitchen one evening when she asks something everyone has been dying to know. Well, June never really asks things. She notices something peculiar and mentions it. "You have everyone else call you Daniel, but you are yet to correct me."

A smile tugs at my lips. "Yes, you're special." She leaves a pregnant pause in the air that makes me continue. "I like hearing that name again. It's been a long time."

June chuckles as she mixes the mashed potatoes. "You joke so easily on your memory loss. Why?"

I shrug and step beside her, placing the pan in the oven beforehand. "In Antarctica, we didn't really speak of it. Eden and I were separated for most of the time."

"Now that you're back, you're readdressing it," June finishes for me. I run a hand through my hair and nod.

"You know my snot for a brother moved out, yeah?" I shake my head in thought. June sends me a grin. She spins around and places the potatoes on the table.

"That's almost insulting, I'm sure," she smiles, clearly faking sympathy. I pretend to be offended.

"It is! Thank you so very much for recognizing that, Miss Iparis!" I said, lunging at her legs. Being turned around, she doesn't see me coming and shrieks as I pick her up and throw the girl over my shoulder.

"Day! Put me down, you – ah!" she yells, but I throw her over my shoulder on my bed. My fingers fly to her stomach. She is in a fit of unstoppable giggles for about five seconds before her hands clamp down on my wrist. It is at this moment that I know I'm in for it. The next second, she has rolled us over and is straddling my waist, grinning defiantly above me. "Next time I won't give you your four seconds of fun."

I breathe heavily, as does she. My eyes wander from her face downward. My hands, previously on her knees, move upward slightly. If she notices – which I know she does because she notices everything – she doesn't mention a word. Instead, she leans forward with her deadly expression. I don't know if she's going to hit me or kiss me. June's soft lips whisper into my ear, "Don't look so scared, Day."

She doesn't lean away very far, and I smirk up at her. "I am not – quite the opposite actually." I wink, and a red blush spreads along her cheeks. I refuse to look away. It doesn't escape my mind that we've had to have been in this position before but in a much more intimate way.

She seems to be waiting for something. She's waiting on me, I realize with smugness. Her twinkling eyes darken, and she must recognize something here, too. She begins to climb off me, but I grab the thigh she's lifted and swing that one under me as I flip us over. She sucks in a sharp breath of air. I look into her eyes to make sure she's oriented before I make my move.

Then, I lean down and press my lips to hers. I half expect her to pull away in fear, as if she's kissing a ghost. But instead of thinking about the old Day, she's thinking one hundred percent about me.

June's half lidded eyes pull me back in. My lips attack hers with more force this time. I relax my lower half in between her legs, groaning when she wraps them around my waist. I know one thing - I taught her well. I don't know how many guys she kissed in my absence or before even, but either way I taught her how to really kiss. This much I know.

I kiss down her cheek and past her neck to her upper collar bone that's exposed, fully planning to save her neck for last. It makes most girls moan. But then she jumps up.

"The food!" Her voice is coated with lust. Clearly it hurt her to pull away. I'm sure she guessed my plan. I growled in annoyance as the timer starts going off. Her awareness didn't come to my aid tonight. She is taking the chicken out of the oven and placing it on a platter as I come out. June is humming a quiet tune. I'll be damned if she didn't know how attractive she could be.

No. I am going to finish what I started.

I walk up behind the fit girl and wrap my hands around her waist. She gasps, intending to turn around, but I grip her hips hard. "Da-," she stops when I move her long ponytail aside. My lips press into her warm, pulsing neck.

She falls back into me with a sigh as I suck at her soft skin. I enjoy it just as much as she does. "Oh Day," she sighs in a deeper voice than I've ever heard her use.

Then my stomach growls. I chuckle against her skin and whisper in her ear. "Let's eat."

I nip her ear and hop to my seat. June had previously set her plate across from mine on the opposite bench. Now she moves it directly beside mine, sitting very close. I grin. I could get used to this. Her foot intertwines with mine and we start the meal. Yes, I could get used to this.

A/N: Sorry it's so short. I hope you all enjoyed this. I know I did. I have another book on here, and I also have a new one in the works, but that is all mine and no fan fiction. So if you really like my writing, stay updated on me. :)