Drakan (The Chronicles of Eli) [#Wattys2015]

Chapter 7 (Edited)

“Sorceress?” Eli rubbed his head, confused.

 “Yes, but don’t think about it too much,” Abigail said as she laid a hand on his chest. “It’ll all work out the way it should.”

 Eli kicked off his shoes and looked at his hand. Abigail gasped and asked, “What happened?” But he waved the question away and closed his eyes.

 “Eli, I’m afraid of leaving you here by yourself so I’m going to sleep over.”

 Eli’s heart skipped a beat at that, even as a small nervous smile played on his lips. “Eh…I don’t know how Valen would feel about that.”

                         “Don’t worry,” Abigail said as she took off her sandals. She laid down in front of him and forced his hand around her waist. “If he finds out I’ll just tell him I’m here to protect you.”

             Eli shifted uncomfortably before asking, “Protect me. From what?”

                         “From yourself, obviously,” she answered, pointing at his hand.

             Abigail pushed herself closer to him until she could feel his breath on her neck. She snuggled her hips on his now hard exterior and smiled. Eli tried pushing back to give himself some space but she put her hands on his thighs, stopping him.

                         “It’s ok Eli, I don’t mind.” She giggled. “Besides it happens to every guy when a hot girl is this close to him.” Abigail yawned and said goodnight.

                         “Goodnight,” Eli said in return, shutting his eyes trying to force the built up blood to recirculate elsewhere. His heart was thumping against his chest like a sledgehammer, and there was a pleasant warmth spreading over his cheeks.  He discreetly sucked in a lungful of Abigail’s girly scent, and then drifted off to sleep.

 

            When he woke the next morning, Abigail was nowhere to be found, and neither was Valen. Coming from Valen’s room, Eli went to the kitchen and made himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He then took it over to the couch, plopped down and turned on the TV. 77 Sunset Strip was playing.

 

I wonder if Valen was watching this last night. Where is he, anyway?  With a shrug of his shoulders, he began to eat.

 

                        Knock. Knock. Knock.

 

            Eli swallowed down his last spoonful and called, “Who is it?”

 

                        “Eli, it’s me. Open up.”

 

            He went to the door with bowl in hand and pulled it open, taking a sip of the leftover milk. He almost spewed it back out though, once he saw who was standing on his doorstep.

 

                        “Hey man, can I come in?” Liam asked, a crooked half-smile on his face.

 

                        Eli could only gape, jaw working to form words that only seemed to catch in his throat. His friend looked great! Like nothing had ever happened to him!

 

“Uh, dude . . .?”

 

Eli shook his head to clear it then, then said, “Yeah, yeah. Come on in.”