It Points Back to You - An Emery Kelly Story

Chapter 13- Thoughts & Dreams

Emery's POV
While Zoey was sleeping I started to really think about things.

Are my parents going to be okay?
Will my family go back to the way it was?
When will it be peaceful enough to go back home?
And the question that stumps me most of all... What are Zoey and I?

What are we doing? Does she have feelings for me too? Is this just a game for her? Does she want to be in a real romantic relationship with me? Is she afraid of what we could be? What are we?

She looks so peaceful and beautiful while she's asleep, though she's even more beautiful when she's awake. And she's most beautiful when she's fired up, especially at me or Ricky.
She even smiles in her sleep, though people say it's not possible.

Wow... she's really got me hooked on her. I never knew liking a girl could be so, what would you call it? Obsessive? Yea, I guess you could say that I'm obsessed with Zoey Garcia.

Zoey's Unconscious POV (Zoey's Dream)
I run my hands through his hair as his hands go up and down my sides. He stares at me for a second before diving his head down on top of mine to kiss me with so much passion that I can feel it in my heart.

"I-I-I can't do this anymore," he says, pulling away.
"What do you mean?" I ask, scared of what's to come.
"This," he says gesturing with his hands between us, "Zoey, I can't do this anymore."
"Em, I-," I try to say, but he cuts me off.
"No. Don't say anything. Just answer one question for me," he says, and I nod my head.
"Do you or do you not like me? I mean in more than a friendly way," he says.
I swallow hard and look down.
"I-I-I," I stutter and look up to see that he's no where to be found.

Zoey's POV (conscious)
My eyes burst open, and I realize that was just a dream. Thank God. I wouldn't be able to handle losing Emery.
I turn my head to see him still holding onto me and staring down at me.
"Bad dream?" he asks.
"Kinda," I say.
"Want to talk about it?" he asks.
"No," I say a little too fast.
"Are you sure?" he asks again.
"Yep," I say.
"Okay," he says.

He looks down at me like he wanted to ask me another question, like it was on the tip of his tongue. But he says nothing.
I look up at him with an innocent face, wondering what he wants.

"Did you ever think that if one moment of your life never happened, you would be in a totally different place now?" he asks, but I can tell that's not what he really wants to know.
"Never, but now that I think about it, you're right. Like, if we didn't have this party, we wouldn't be lying here right now," I say, take a breath, and continue to say, "Or if I decided I wanted to play on the slide instead of the swings at the park when we first met, I wouldn't even know you."
"Well, there are some things, I believe, that are meant to happen and would happen anyway, even if it had to occur in a totally different way. I think that we were meant to meet, and it would've happened even if you chose not to go to the park that day," he says.
"You mean, like fate?" I question him.
"Exactly like fate, maybe even like destiny," he says.
I look down and laugh. "You're such a sap," I say.

He looks at me with an irritated facial expression. Now he's annoyed at me, great.
I push him off of me so that he lands on the floor.

"Now you're a sap on the floor," I say.

He stares up at me and in one quick second pulls me down on top of him.

"Now we're both on the floor," he says, stating the obvious.

I try to get off of him, but he pulls me back to him by my hips, making my core clash with his.
He breathes in and I look at him wide-eyed. I bite my lip hard and he looks at me achingly.

"Emery," I say.
"Shut the fuck up," he says harshly.
I gasp and shut up like he told me to.

We stay there, staring at each other for a while. Me, straddling him, while he's lying down on the floor, our cores still pressed together.
He looks at me hungrily, like I'm something he wants but can't have. I look at him innocently, waiting for him to do something about this situation.

"Say something, anything," I whisper.
He closes his eyes and breathes out, "Fuck."

I cup his cheek with my right hand, keeping my left hand on his chest.
He grips my hips harder and says, "Come closer."
I lean my upper body down, so we're face to face.
He opens his eyes and leans up to attach our lips together in a passionate, very heated kiss. As we kiss, he leans his hips up to make our cores even closer than they were somehow. I finally kiss him back and rub myself against him, making him moan softly into my mouth. He grips my hips even harder. This is definitely going to leave a mark. I wrap my arms around his neck, with my hands in his hair, pulling at it. He bites hard on my lip and I gasp. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and starts to massage my tongue with his. I, accidentally, grind on him in the heat of the moment and he flips us over. He grinds hard on me. After a few more heated moments, he stops everything and gives me a quick peck before getting off of me and lying next to me.
He grabs my hand and intertwines it with his. He kisses my temple, while I'm still trying to regain all of the oxygen I lost.

"Don't say anything about it." The conditions of our deal repeat in my head.

He leans his head closer to my ear and whispers, "I know we're not supposed to say anything about it, so the only thing I'm going to say is thanks."
I bite my now swollen lip and huff out a laugh.

He lets go of my hand and gets up, offering me his hand again for help up. I take his hand and he pulls me up effortlessly. I look into his eyes and turn to a puddle of emotions.

I've realized two things the past few days:
First, I can't deny it anymore, this boy is definitely driving me crazy.
And second... I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Chapter 13 Author's Note:
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