Chapter Thirteen
"Mac...I love you, too." The minute those words parted from my lips, my eyes flutter open. I squint, trying to adjust to the lighting in the room.
My eyes search the room, looking for him. Quickly, my eyes find him. We stare at each other for god knows how long. I took every inch of him in.
He looked hot. Hotter than usual. Even with his five o'clock shadow, disheveled appearance, and clothes that obviously haven't been changed in days, he looked sexy.
He broke the silence first, "You what?"
I looked down at my hands. Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe I heard him wrong. Before I have a chance to deny what I had said, I feel his hand cup chin and turn it to face towards.
"What did you say?" his eyes were kind.
I still couldn't look him in the eye, but I spoke anyways, "I love you, Mac."
The room was silent once again. I was just waiting for him to laugh in my face and say "good joke" or something. But none of that came. A smile appears on his face and before I could register what was happening, his lips came crashing with mine.
At first I drew back at the spontaneousness of the kiss, but I quickly found my lips trying to match his in urgency and passion of the kiss. Within minutes, he was perched on my hospital bed, my fingers entwined in his hair, his hand looped around my waist, his thumbs making small circles on the small of my back. This was everything that books told about. The hot, fiery, passionate kiss. The one where you feel as if you stop it isn't true or that they will go away.
This one kiss made me lose all ability to think rationally, or even give Harrison a second thought. Harrison who? All I knew was that this boy in front of me was the only boy I wanted or needed in my life. That without him I am nothing.
I pull him closer to me, his hands slowly move up my stomach. I hardly notice when his hand cups my breast, I am so caught up in the kiss. He gently begins to massage it, causing me to moan with pleasure. Where has he been all my life?
"Ahem." a voice tears us apart from our heated moment.
Mac and I look up at the doctor sheepishly. The doctor just gives us an amused look. "I'm glad to see that you're awake and feeling better Peyton. In a few hours we will run a few tests and then we can talk about your release date, does that sound alright?"
Still blushing, I nod.
He smiles and turns to leave.
"Wait," I call out after him.
"Yes?" he turns back around to face me.
"My mother, Sigourney Charbonneau, how is she?"
The doctor looks between Mac and I. Him and Mac seem to be having some sort of telepathic conversation going on.
"Guys, what's going on? Is she alright?" I ask shakily.
The doctor turns to, "I'm sorry, Peyton, but your mother passed away yesterday due to heart failure." He gives me a sympathetic nod and walks off.
I sink back into my bed and stare at the wall. After a few minutes of silence I turn to look at Mac, who is looking at me as if I'll break at any second.
"She's really gone?" I whisper.
He nods.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tears but it's no use, the spill over anyways. The minute the first tear left my eye, Mac is at my side instantly, holding me as the sobs rack my entire body.
I cry until there are no more tears in me. I just lay in Mac's arms in silence, numb, until sleep takes over.
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I'm in the hospital for a total of five more days. And let me tell you this, hospital food sucks.
Mac and I drive to the hotel in silence. I have this strange feeling that he knows something that I don't know, and it's slowly killing me.
We walk into the elevator and ride up to our room in silence. Entering the room, I immediately grab the room service menu and plop on the bed.
"You can sit down you know," I point out matter of factly to Mac.
He looks at me from his position by the door. Scratching the back of his neck, he looks at me sheepishly, "Right, of course, I know that. I was-uh-admiring the handiwork they put into this door. It is beautifully crafted you know."
I snort and shake my head, "Okay, just come sit down."
He walks over and sits next to me. I hand him the menu. "Order me this," I point to what I want, "I'm taking a shower, so please order the room service then."
"Yes my queen," he laughs jokingly. I swat him with the menu before heading towards the shower.
I turn the shower on all the way to hot and step in. The hot drops of water cascade down my back, the bathroom fills with steam, making it seem like a sauna. I stay in the shower for a while, scrubbing away the past few days from my body.
After a good half hour in the shower, I step out and wrap a towel around me. That's when realization hit me. I forgot to grab my clothes.
"Shit," I mumble under my breath. I wrap the towel tighter across my body and walk out.
Hearing the door open, Mac turns to me and begins to say something, that is until he caught a glimpse of what I was wearing.
His eyes went wide as his eye raked my body, which I didn't mind. "Uh...um...uh the food is here," he stammers, his eyes not once leaving my body.
And at that moment, both my hunger and common sense went flying out the window. Seductively, I walk towards him until I'm standing in between his legs.
We stare at each other, lust filling both of our eyes. He broke first. He grabs the back of my head and pulls it down, our lips meeting in the middle.
The kiss is fiery and passionate from the start. Minutes later I find myself straddling his bare chest, my towel thrown somewhere in the room. He runs his hands up and down my bare body. I moan under his touch.
Suddenly, he flips us, so now he's straddling me. He places tender kisses trailing from my mouth, down my neck, down through the valley of my breasts, down my stomach and to the edge of my pelvis.
Bringing his hand down he gently massages my cl*toris causing me to moan. A playful smirk comes across his face as he enters a finger in, my breath hitches. "Oh, Mac," I moan, my entire world filling with incredible sensations of pleasure. He pumps his finger faster and faster. I can feel myself reaching my climax, and just as I'm about to hit it, he removes his finger, making me whimper at the loss of contact.
"Mac," I whine.
"Just a minute, babe," he whispers seductively in my ear.
He gets off me and takes his boxers off. I stare at his manhood, taking it in. He grabs a condom from the nightstand-when did that get there?-and motions between the condom and me. I knew he was asking if I wanted to. I didn't even think about it, I hurriedly agreed to it.
I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.
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