Obsession:The Sequel [Jacob Latimore]

6.]And It Begins

::Serenity:: 

I woke up in a what seemed to be quiet room. I laid there, being quiet myself waiting for my eyes to fully open with all of their might. The window on the other side of the room glared on to me with its rays of sunlight. I moved slightly and felt no one beside me. My eyes then popped open in horror. I sat up quickly, looking at either side of me upon the bed. Malcolm was no where to be within it. I blinked and yawned softly, then getting up in a fast manner. My heart sped up, I felt it as I nearly became overwhelmed with anxiety to look for Malcolm in this huge home of his. I quiety walked towards the door, opening it, and stepping out of the room. My tiny, bare feet sunk into the plush, white, and what seemed to be new carpet. It felt comforting, as did the room temperature on my body. I hugged myself and tip-toed softly down the hallway. It was wide and ways to travel down. All the room doors were closed, as they were the night before which set a bit more of comfort inside of me to indicate that I was okay. I eventually made it towards the steps and walked down them slowly with caution, making sure not to fall down the curved path. I gulped as I finally reached the bottom, looking every which way for Malcolm. I no longer liked being left alone anymore, it really stirred up fear inside of me and having him at my side just made me feel safe every where. Especially considering he was tall, and I was fond of those bigger than me, considering I always looked for some sort of protection. I stopped in the intersection that either lead to the front door, an office, laundry room, living room, or the kitchen. I just stood there, not knowing where I needed to go exactly.

"Malcolm?" I asked out in a light manner, realizing nobody would hear me with that volume. I said his name again, turning around, my intuition telling me to go into the living room. Once I did, there was no one there at all. Turning around, I headed into the spacious kitchen, roaming around all by myself. I stood at the bar stools for a long while, picking at my undid nails. They were clean and all, but short and such. As I turned around, I nearly felt myself jump out of my skin as I came into collision with Malcolm's being.

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry baby girl, I didn't mean to scare you. You good?" He said, setting a plate down on the counter. He took my hands, placing them in his large ones, comforting me with what he could.

"Yes, yes I'm so sorry. I was just looking for you." I said.

"I was looking for you too," Malcolm giggled. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you though, here I made you some food."

He picked up the plate again, showing it to me and setting it down on the dining room table. He pulled out a chair, and asked me to sit. I did so happily yet calmly. He sat right beside me after kissing my forehead softly. I smiled softly, feeling very warm inside. I took a bite of the hash brown placed there, it melted in my mouth as I wandered all over the plate, looking to take a bite of the pancakes next. I was satisfied with all of the tastes, then feeling eyes glaring upon me. Looking to my left, I looked at Malcolm and he chuckled at me. He took my napkin and wiped the maple syrup off of the corner of my mouth.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He smiled innocently, looking down.

"It's fine, I appreciate it." I said.

"Good, it's just always in my nature to help, especially you." He whispered, looking at me with eyes full of great hope.

"Thank you." I said. He smiled again, showing his humbleness and warmth. That's when I scooted closer to him. Malcolm and I still hadn't shared nothing intimate or affectionate. A hug was as far as I'd accept us to do, he would kiss my cheek, forehead, and hand but he respected my wish and kept his promise in saying we could go as slow as I wanted. I stared at his plump lips, looking up at his face upon his slightly freckled nose and cheeks. Why was he so stunning? I thought to myself. I began to lean in, wanting to kiss him, his eyes grew in more depth as he looked at my actions. He began to lean in too, placing his hand on my bare thigh. His hands were warm and comforting, just like his whole being was and I could feel myself melting with yearn. I continued leaning and staring, he doing the same. I reached his lips but I found myself stuck, frozen at the sudden intensity of nervousness. I retrieved my face back into my own space, not kissing him after all. With his mouth being slightly open, from the corner of my eye I watched him close it and smile slightly. It made me feel bad because I know he had been waiting to kiss me. He'd be able to soon, just not at the moment, not when I'm most vulnerable to loneliness. I couldn't treat him like that. I sighed.