Dark Secrets

Chapter 2: Suspicion Pt. 1

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Chapter 2:

Suspicion

I wake up to the sound of whistling and the smell of bacon. I reach out, seeking Darren's warmth and when i cease to find it, i sit up. I catch a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror diagonal from the bed and i guak in horror. My hair is messy and tangled, and would be a pain to brush. My arms were coated in dirt, probably from last night. I swallow the fear that threatens to explode when i think of last night. Slowly i stand and i take in my apperance, fully. My shirt, which is now way too short or my liking, makes me blush to think i actually slept by my boyfriend half naked. I walk past the mirror to the bathroom and i run the water. I step into the raining water slowly, taking in the warmth. I let it drench my  dark, messy hair and it straightens out most of the tangles. I wash with the strawberry soap i brought from home. I sigh as i step from the warmth. I wrap myself in a dark purple towel that was on the rack. I pull my hair up into a wet ponytail and i walk out to the bedroom. I take out one of the outfits i packed, a tight turqoise longsleeve shirt with a tan and white scarf, blue skinny jeans and a small white jacket. I pull on the brown high heel boots, which are now the only pair of shoes i have, because my heels were somewhere in the woods by Rosie Lewin's house. Joy. I think bitterly. I sigh and walk slowly down the stairs, hoping not to disturb Darren, who is shirtless, standing over the stove and flipping a pancake. I turn, and when i turn back, Darren is extremely close. "You shouldnt sneak up on a cook." he whispers. I smile at him. "I wasnt sneaking." i say to him, walking past him to the dark mahogany table. I run my fingers across the wood. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me. I spin around and suddenly, i remember that he is shirtless. I swallow, he chuckles and im pretty sure my face gave away my thoughts. He smiles at me seductively. I take a deep breath and try to change the subject. "Your cooking?" i ask him walking torwards the delicious smell. "Yes, i figured youd be hungry." he begins, "Considering you didnt eat last night."  he says. I sucked in a breath, inhaling the smell of all of the food. "Yeah, i was to tired." i whispered to him. I picked a piece of bacon off a perfectly perpared plate. I took a bite, the flavor exploding in my mouth. "Mmmm" i hum. He takes the bacon from my hand and eats the whole piece in one bite. I stare in shock. "Pig." i mumble jokingly. "Huh?" he asks me with a smile.  I give him a face before he rushes over to me and knocks my legs from under me, he catches my head right before i hit the ground.  "Your a jerk!" i yelled at him, laughing. "Get off me!" i laugh as he nibbles at my ear. I smile as i feel his warm lips connect with mine. "I love you." he whispers against my lips. I am taken aback by his confession. I stare at him, not able to say anything. I cant say anything, i cant even move. I watch his excitement die. "I love you." i am finally able to tell him. His face relights with even more excitement. I smile at his sudden surge of happiness. He sets me on the marble counter, knocking some cookbooks off of it and onto the floor. I smile as he kisses me. His lips trail down to my neck and the hollow of my throat. My hand twists into his dark brown hair and down his shirt, tracing the thick muscles of it. His hand slides up my shirt and around to my back. "Wait! Wait! Darren." i say. He pulls back. I suddenly remember what we talked about last night. "We should take this whole intamacy thing slower." i say to him. He nods in agreement. I pull my shirt down so it covers my torso again. My cheeks are flushed and my lips are white and cold. He has his elbows on the counter on either side of my hips, his face in his hands. "Im sorry." he whispers. I feel a pang of guilt. "No, you shouldnt be sorry." i say smiling. "Its just that..." i begin, im unable to finish my sentence. I pry his hands from his face and put them into mine. He smiles at me. His hands are warmer than ive ever felt. "Hey why does that happen?" i ask, distracting him. "What?" he asks, confusion on his face. "Your hands, they get really.... warm." i struggle awkwardly. He takes his hands away immediatly. "No reason." he says to me turning away. "Are you hungry?" he asks, clearly distracting me. "Yeah" i say reluctantly. "Ill get us something to eat." he whispers.