The Lost One

9. Charm

Song of the chapter: Howling- Ry Cuming (not the AME remix, but that version is pretty good too) This is like my favorite song right now, please listen to it! Mwahahaha.

      I think this song describes how jack feels about Lidia.

--Lidia--

      In the morning when I awoke, my breath was hitting something, reflecting it back to me. As I opened my yes, there was Jack's soft neck. My head was right up next to his as I laid on top of him. My hands were wrapped around him. One of Jack's hands had a hold of my thigh that was draped over his hips, and the other was tangled into my hair. 

      Jack was still sleeping, inhaling and exhaling large breaths. He had a bit more stubble on his face now, turning his chin and cheeks darker. Sexier. 

      "Hey," I kissed where I had left my mark before on his neck. His hand tightened on my hair and I knew he was awake. 

       Bite, mark, mine, ours! 

      "Shut up." I told the voice. 

      "What?" Jack asked, probably thinking I was to talking to him. 

      "Nothing, shut up." I kissed his neck again, bringing my body over the top of his completely. His scent was intoxicating my mind, making it hazy. His bright green eyes were open, staring at me. I hovered over his face. His hands had dropped to my thighs that were over his abdomen. 

      "Lidia," he said. I touched the side of his face, feeling his skin. 

      "I like you, Jack. I am going to kiss you." 

      "Oh, my," he said before I cut him off with my lips. The immediate sexual tension seized me, and this was much better than kissing him in some field where everyone was watching. I started out just coaxing his lips with mine, before I bit his bottom lip, pulling it softly. Jack groaned, the sound vibrating through my body. His hands moved unknowingly up my thighs toward my ass. 

      "Lidia, I have to go to work." I stopped my assault on his lips. It was hard, but I slid off his fit body to sit on the bed beside him as he stood up on the ground. "I got a job at Chet Branson's farm. Start this morning. I have to go." 

      I exhaled. "Yeah." 

      "I'm glad you're feeling better, Lidia." 

      And then he left. I don't know how he escaped the house without anyone seeing him, or maybe he did run into someone, but the entire rest of the day, no one said anything to me. 

      I turned on some loud music and changed into some black jeans that had more giant holes in them than my life, and a white top airy top that had long sleeves that hung off my shoulders, showing my collar bones. I decided to break out my corset that I had packed away a while back at the bottom of Mount Laundry and put it over the white shirt. 

      The corset came up to the bottom of my breasts, and had black leather laces tied up my back. I topped off the whole look with a simple black necklace that brushed against my collar bones. 

      Tonight, mom and dad said that we were going to dinner. I had an errand to run before then, so I grabbed my bike keys and leather jacket and left my room. I saw the rest of my family in the living room. Connor was lounging on the shorter couch, his calves and feet hanging over the edge as he stuffed popcorn in to his face. 

     Mom was on the floor in sweats and a tank top, one leg in front of her while she stretched to reach her foot. One side was always more flexible than the other, and she was determined to get all parts of her body flexible. "I refuse to be one of those frail old ladies," she had told me once after I had questioned why she was sprawled out on the living room carpet one day.