Ecstasy

Chapter 55

ATTENTION: It is advised that this chapter is for mature readers only. This chapter contains sexual references. If you are offended by this or underage it is recommended that you do not continue reading... enjoy! Don't forget to tell me what you think!

Calla:

"Where are your parents?" He asked as he followed me into the kitchen.

"Mum's working. Dad's in Brisbane for a work meeting." I stood at the counter, reaching up to take two glasses off the shelf. When I turned around to place them on the island bench I caught him staring at me, his eye's flicked back up to my face and he smiled sheepishly.

He stepped over to the trays of cookies I had just pulled out of the oven. "They're hot," I warned as I got milk out of the fridge. He picked one up, passing it between his palms like a hot potato. "You have to have them with milk. It's the best." I explained, pouring the white creamy liquid into both glasses.

He smiled again, taking a bite of the cookie in his hand. "And where's Sylvie?"

I laughed, "Having her own little sleepover at a friend place." We were silent and I felt my face grow hot at the implications of his presence at this hour held.

He didn't seem to notice though, or he ignored it, mumbling through the crumbs in his mouth, "These are good! Where did you learn to cook?"

"My Gran," I said after taking a long gulp of milk.

He laughed, lifting his hand to my face. His thumb swiping the top of my lip. Tracing my mouth. "Milk moustache."

I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I searched his eyes for something, anything, everything. He smiled again and kissed my forehead.

"What's on TV?" He asked, his hand entwining mine, pulling me back towards the family room and the couch.

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I didn't know the hour. I couldn't tell how long it had been since we sat down. I obviously had nodded off. I was leaning against Tyson, my head against his stomach. I felt him move, trying to slip out from underneath me. It was quiet and dark. He had turned the TV off. His warm hands grasped my shoulders and laid me carefully on the couch as he stood up.

I lifted my head. "Where are you going?" I mumbled, still asleep.

"Shh." I felt his hands slipping beneath me. Suddenly I was rising off the couch and I yelped in surprise, my arms wound around his neck and he exhaled. "Let's get you to bed." He voice was soft and his breath warm in my ear, it made me relax and close my eyes again.

He walked a few steps and readjusted me in his arms. "You're heavy." His voice was light and joking.

I slapped him lightly on the cheek in my drowsy state. He chuckled.

I could hear his exertion as he climbed the stairs. When he made it to the top he was breathing heavier than normal. He paused struggling to open the door to my bedroom. The door finally swung open and I tightened my arms around his shoulders. He waddled with me over to the bed, and gently lowering me onto the mattress. My head hit the pillow but now I was awake. I pushed the covers down with my palms and feet and glanced at my alarm clock. It glowed green numbers, it took me a moment to read them, the shapes twisting and morphing slowly into something legible. It read 2:30am.

Tyson stepped back from the bed. "Where are you going?" I asked the same question I had downstairs. He turned back to me in the dark.

"I'll sleep on the window seat," He murmured against my temple, giving the skin there a small peck before he straightened up and moved away.