Timeless - Mark Tuan

Chapter 21

I am becoming more and more curious of this girl. It's either she's making me go crazy or something else is going on. Why do I hear her voice? Ever since .... FUCK! I don't even remember when I started to. There is more to her than meets the eye. I'm sure of that now. 

The dreams ... or images ... I've been seeing .... they are telling me something. I can't just ignore those. There were times before ... when I was younger ... I had dreamed of things that actually came true. 

So ... does that mean that I would die because of her? How about the images I saw this morning? Would we end up together? Or have we already done it? Was it already in the past? Could it be the day when I couldn't remember anything because Jackson and I were so drunk? 

But .... Shit .... I need to talk to her. She's clearly hiding something from me. The way she looks at me ... or how she gets nervous when she talks to me .... It's not just the kind of emotions when a girl sees someone she likes. It's ... different ... much more different. 

I take Casey's car keys and tell her I'd just take Annie to the hospital. Why she agreed? I'm not sure. She looked like she was just confused ... she couldn't think enough to argue. 

Taking the chance, I pull Annie towards the car. I drive to the river and find a nice and quiet spot to park. I just need her to tell me the truth. 

But, she doesn't. I notice how she tries to hide her emotions, but I see them ... and possibly hear them. The only words that come out of her mouth that are in sync with her expression is when she says that she's scared of me. Well, to be honest, I'm getting scared of myself, too. 

I kissed her and for a moment there, I totally forget what I am here for. 

All I want is to figure this out with her. I want to know why she's been in my thoughts, what those dreams were and what they represent, or even what I saw back in the cafe. I need to somehow find out why her lips taste familiar, it's the same as the one I've imagined earlier. Even, how come I know what she's gonna do next or say next? Why does she give me this feeling that I myself couldn't explain? 

I need answers to all these ... and I don't want other people to be interrupting us. 

I don't know how she ends up on my lap and why I let down my guard and start kissing her for the second time. All my reasoning leave me when my hands voluntarily take off her top and my eyes wander over her body. 

The fuckboy in me takes over and I take advantage of her defenseless state, heating her up as I kiss every inch of her skin my lips can reach. I grip her tighter when she starts rocking her hips, rubbing her core against the growing tension under my jeans. 

She pulls off my shirt and I pull her back to my chest, locking her there so I could feel her heart pounding hard against mine, her hot skin scorching every part of me that it touches. I inhale deeper, letting her scent tense me up even more. "Arnisa. Please. Let me have you." I whisper so softly, I'm not sure if she even hears it. 

I'm surprised why I even called her that. It's a name I heard somebody call her in one of my dreams. It sounds nice and feels nostalgic coming out of my mouth, like I've called her that before. 

I go down to her neck, tasting her and leaving my own marks. "Don't let me forget you again. I beg you." I whisper still. Once more, I don't know why I said the word 'again'. But, she doesn't seem to be bothered by what I said as she presses herself even harder towards me. 

I put my pants and boxers down. A part of me wants to just ram inside her like what I do to other girls. But, she's not any other girl. "You want me in you, don't you?" I ask, wanting to punish myself for making it sound so wrong.