I Cant Believe This Is Happening[On Hold]

Chapter 4

We got out of the car and Kenith walked up to our room, into the bathroom, got two rags and a bowl of warm water, the whole time not letting go me go. We, well he, walked over to the bed and placed the water down on my side table. "I'm going to have to put you down to clean you, ok?" he told me in a soft voice, looking me in the eyes. I nod and let him lay me on my side of the bed. He dips one of the rags into the water and starts wiping the blood off my legs. I wince, slightly, and he looks at me with eyes full of concern. I just give him a half-smile and he continues cleaning my legs. It is silent as he does so. Not that awkward silence, but the nice, calming one. He washes the rag out and starts wiping my thigh. He stops and I look up at him. "I have to take off your shorts. I'll put new ones on when I'm done." I nod and he gets up and walks in my closet. Princess comes too my side and I pat her head.

 

"I'm fine, Princess." I say to her. She looks at me with knowing eyes. "Ok, I'm not, but I will be." I scoot closer to her. "Don't let anyone come near me except Kenith and Guermo. Understand?" I whisper in her ear. She looks at me and nods. "Smart-SHIT!" I scream as I fall out the bed and flat on my face. Princess barks and Kenith comes flying out my closet, clothes in hand. He sees me, face down on the ground, and picks me up and places me back on the bed. I smile at him. "Sorry. Kenith." I say weakly and he just kisses my forehead and smiles. He takes off my shorts and places them at the edge of the bed. Princess picks them up and puts them in the hamper. "Good dog." I whisper. Kenith goes back to washing my thighs and I close my eyes, relaxed for the first time today.

 

It wasn't until I heard my name being called that I realized I was asleep. I open my eyes to see Keniths blue-green ones. I smile and he returns it. "You need to sit up if you want a shirt on, Hun." I groan and pull myself up. He just chuckles and pulls my shirt on. I glare at him but he just laughs and pats my head. "Come on. You know it was funny, sweetly." I roll my eyes and lay back down. "Tired still?" Kenith asks. I nod and close my eyes. I feel him climb into bed and I look at him skeptically. "What? Cant I sleep with my fiancée?" he asks innocently. I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest. "I'm sorry I called you a slut." he said after a long silence.

 

"I'm sorry I slapped you." I responded.

 

He turned me to face him. "If I never called you a slut, you would have stayed and not walked away." he said, angry at himself.

 

I shake my head slowly. "I would have still left. I told you, I had to think."

 

"And what exactly did you have to think about?" he asks, angrily.

 

"Us." I state. "Our situation. If I should allow myself feelings for you."

 

He stared at me for a minute. "You risked your life," he said slowly "to see if I deserved your feelings? You could of just locked yourself in a room or something! I almost lost you! Do you understand that!" he shouted.

 

"But you didn't." I stated softly, touching his cheek. "I'm here, now, with you."

 

He looked at me with an unreadable expression, then kissed me. I kissed him back of course. Not because it was expected, but because I truly wanted to. I rolled on top of him, kissing him harder. He places his hands on my waist and mine get lost in his hair. I broke away from the kiss and kissed, hungrily, down Keniths neck, biting every now and then. When I reached a spot on his neck, right under his chin, he moaned and pulled me closer. I bit his spot and he moaned louder and pulled my face to his. He kissed me, passionately, and rolled on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He started kissing down my neck. I moaned and pressed his lips harder to me when he found my spot. I moaned louder when I felt him bite me. His lips met mine again and he presses himself, harder, to me. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. I hear my phone ring in the distance, but I ignore it. I release my death grip on Keniths hair and place my hands inside his shirt. I run my hands up and down his killer body and he shivers, licking my bottom lip. I open my mouth, gladly, and welcome his tongue with my own. I unbutton his shirt and throw it on the floor. I run my hands up and down his back and he shivers again, taking off my shirt. He starts down my neck and I moan when he bites my spot again. "Leave a mark and your a dead man Kenith Conner." I threaten, breathless. He smirks and bites it again, sucking on it a little, making me moan again. He continues biting, kissing and sucking his way down my chest. I hear my moms ring tone and groan. Kenith looks at me. "Its my mom. If I don't get it she will keep calling." I explain. He shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. "Hello?" I answer, shacky, as Kenith bites my breast.