Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

"No.." He breaths a sigh of relief and the tension in his body leaves.

"You have the honor of taking two of those or if you think about it three.

"Does it make me dumb asking which ones?" I laugh and look at him my eyes gleaming.

"If you think about it Ethan wasn't really a boyfriend because we only dated a week... So boyfriend...first kiss...and well you just took the third one" I blush as his mouth forms an "o" then a content smile takes its place.

"I was your first kiss?" I nod

"First real boyfriend?" I nod again

"First time?" I nod slowly wondering where he is going with this? He grabs my head and kisses me with so much passion it makes my head spin. When he finishes he moves me onto the bed and pulls me close wrapping his arm around me in a protective yet domineering way. As I start to drift he moves his mouth to my ear.

"You were my first too" I smile and drift into a quite peaceful sleep...

The smell of French vanilla coffee wakes me. My eyes flutter open to find a smiling Will sitting on the side of my bed.

"Morning beautiful" he hands me the French vanilla coffee that woke me up. I smile and stretch sitting up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"My parents will be back tomorrow. Where did your parents think you were last night?"

"With you" I nearly choke on my coffee.

"What! They know what we did?" He laughs and shakes his head.

"No, they think we crashed while watching TV"

"Oh... Well what do you want to do today? “He takes my coffee and sets it on my nightstand then lays me down making sure to not crush me with his weight. He starts kissing me and my body arcs into his and the passion of his kiss calls to my soul. My hands glide up to his soft hair and we deepen the kiss. Suddenly I freeze and Will knows something is wrong.

"What?" His eyes have grown wide with panic. I jump off my bed throw on my robe and sprint down the stairs. The ringtone I have set for Andrew my other brother is playing loudly. I grab it and answer.

"Hello"

"Is this April Jones?"

"Yes this is she" I pace to the front window.

"It brings me great sorrow to call..." Fear grips my heart and I put a hand against the glass to keep me standing.

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