Recollections

The Time I Returned

The Time I Returned
(song of the chapter: Colors // Halsey)

Austin's Point of View

After spending a few days in Connecticut with my family, I've never been so eager to return home and see Erin. Last night, when I'd FaceTimed her, something was off. I'm almost certain she'd been drinking. Which is odd because the only alcohol we ever keep in the house is wine. She must've drank a lot of it, because her words had started to slur.

The apartment is dead silent when I step into the foyer. It's still early so I'm assuming she's fast asleep in our bedroom. As I move further into the apartment my nose is assaulted with waves of different scents.

Bleach.
Pine-sol.
Fresh laundry?

I push open the bedroom door and take note of the mounds of folded laundry that Erin has splayed around our room. She must've been trying to keep busy.

My eyes seek her out beneath the comforter on our bed. There's a bundled mass curled up in the center of the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I climb easily into the bed and nestle into the bed beside her. Instinctively my arms seek her out and tug her closer to me.

Being the light sleeper that she is, Erin stirs from her slumber. She's still groggy but her mind processes that something's different. She turns in my arms, our faces now inches apart. Beautiful grey eyes peek over at me though sleepy eyelids.

Her legs immediately find my waist, locking around me in a very belt-like notion, and she pulls our bodies closer together. "You're home early." Erin's voice is laced with sleep and I smirk, noticing just how much I've missed her.

"Couldn't stay away any longer." I confess and she smiles lazily, making my heart thrum.

She gently warps her arms around my neck and some of her fingers comb through my thick hair. A soft moan eases its way out of her mouth and she stares at me. "I'm glad."

Unable to resist, I press my lips against hers in need of the contact. When I try to pull away, Erin holds me against her and nibbles my bottom lip. My lips part for her silent plea and she deepens the kiss that I initiated.

Her hands stray from my hair and one runs from the back of my neck, down my back, to the base of my spine. I purr in approval and Erin repeats the circuit as her lips antagonize mine. She's panting when we break apart but as I shift to roll over, she fists my shirt firmly. Her dainty hands easily move the material up my body and I help her lift it over my head.

Erin presses her mouth against my chest and I groan. Her lips trail up my chest to the base of my throat. My fingers dig into her hips as she nips and sucks on the sensitive skin on my neck.

"I know what you're doing." I huskily growl.

Erin's lips break away for only a second. "Is it working?" Her tone is breathy and desperate and it's driving me wild.

Tangling my fingers into her long, dark locks, I tug her lips away from my jaw. I crash my lips back against hers and Erin releases the most sexy moan into our kiss. I massage her breasts through the t-shirt she's sporting and I shiver as I feel her nipples harden beneath the thin material.

I all but rip the shirt off of her.

Our hands are all over each other and it doesn't take long for her to get me down to my boxers. Her palm is rubbing me through my gray briefs and I clasp her wrist quickly. "Christ." I hiss, "let's take it slow or this won't last long."

Giggles burst from her mouth and Erin ducks under the sheets. She shifts around and I feel her warm breath tickle my skin through my boxers. My hips jolt is reaction and I fling the covers back, exposing her.