Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Sixteen

Clarke chewed her lip, shy suddenly. She watched Bellamy put on his shirt, sad to see his gorgeous body disappear.

She pulled her bottoms back on, but Bellamy snatched up her bra and shirt before she could.

"Let me help you," he smiled. Clarke allowed him to hook her bra and slide her shirt down, his hands rubbing against her skin. He was starting her up again!

"We've got to head back, I promised your mom we would be home," said, holding her hand. Together they walked back outside, Clarke's body still recovering. Bellamy had tended to her in every way, given her everything she could have imagined. He had caused her to see stars, to throw her head back and shout like a mad woman. And it was amazing.

"There's one more stop on our way back home," Bellamy told her as they entered the city limits.

"And where might that be?"

"Well, it's nothing crazy," he laughed. He turned onto their road, pulling into his driveway.

"Your house," she smiled.

"Well, you did show up here for my birthday," he shrugged. "Come on."

Clarke climbed out of the car and followed Bellamy up to the door. Once he opened the front door, she stepped in and walked straight to his room, just as she always had.

His room looked almost the same, except for the new games and little things like that. She ran her fingers across the titles of his games, wondering if she could remember playing them.

"Close your eyes."

Clarke smiled and obeyed. She closed her eyes as she felt bellamy come up behind her. She felt the plastic on her scalp, and she started to cry, quietly.

"Princess Clarke," she said, spinning her around.

She opened her eyes and looked up. He was smiling sweetly, studying her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just, I can't believe you've been holding on to this," she laughed. "Oh," she looked down. "What happened to my other one?"

Bellamy rubbed her arms. "It's put up in your closet," he assured her.

"I've been here a lot," she said, looking around. "You got those sheets recently, right?"

Bellamy nodded, brushing her hair back. "Yes," he smiled. "You liked the color, and I like you," he teased.

Clarke laughed. "Okay, sure. So, have I played any of these games?"

"You have," he told her. "But, your favorite one is at your place."

"Well, come on."

"This one is your favorite," Bellamy handed her the case.

"You. You gave this to me," she said, rubbing the edge of the case.

"For your birthday," he confirmed.

"Have I beat it?"

"Twice," he laughed. "Come on, you go jump on the bed and I'll set it up. We'll see if you can remember it."

For hours, Clarke played her game with Bellamy by her side. Some parts, she would do something she didn't know how to do. Bellamy was always excited when that happened.

Or any time she remembered anything. But, she understood. The night before she had dreamed again of him being shot. She had remembered staying by his side as he was still out. She remembered pacing the lobby, waiting for the clock to hit eight so she could be with him.

"I'm sorry," she said suddenly, pausing the game.

"What for?"

"When you were in the hospital," she said. "Well, maybe it was when you got out? I can't remember, but you told me you never wanted to feel the way I did, and not to make you. But, I did."

Bellamy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to his chest. "No," he said, firmly. "You were driving to marry me, Clarke. You got into an accident. Don't apologize to me, okay? I may have barely held myself together, but look at you. You're alive, awake, and in my arms. That's all I want."