Run Away Forever

Prologue

Three years ago

His lips were pressed tightly against mine as we kissed. I had never felt this way about anything especially a stranger. I had met this boy tonight, he was out with his friends and I was out with my own. I couldn’t believe I was kissing I didn’t even know his name but he was the most gorgeous boy I had ever known. He had dark brown hair and these beautiful blue eyes that I wanted to drown in. his body was amazing, I could feel each one of his abs under his thin white t shirt, I just wanted to feel his bare skin under my hands.

I moaned loudly as we kissed, his tongue was flicking against mind. This built up intense feelings in the lower part of my stomach. I wanted to release these feelings. His hands roamed my body and left a trail of warmth as he did so. I needed him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he broke away to ask. I nodded, I wanted to get out of here and be alone with him. He kissed me again and drew kisses down my neck. I could tell that he knew what he was doing and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. We needed to leave the club before we got too hot and heavy. I had never been a girl to go home with some stranger, truthfully I had never been a girl to go home with anybody. I was untouched. But there was something different about him and I wanted to go with him, even if it was just for a night.

The kiss was broken again, he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd of dancers. “Let’s go,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled me out of the club. The cool air shocked me as soon as we stepped outside but he pulled me close and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

We got in the first taxi that passed us. He gave the drive an address before turning back to me and kissing me passionately. We didn’t stop kissing the whole journey. When the taxi stopped he opened the door and picked me up. He kissed me as he carried me inside.

Soon we were in a warm house. He opened a door to a bedroom, he slammed the door shut and pushed me back onto the soft cool bed. I found him on top of me quickly, he ran his lips down my neck and across my collar bone.

We then found ourselves undressed and kissing with passion that I had never felt. He kissed me everywhere on my body, leaving no place un-kissed.  I felt a burning need for him to be with me, in me. I wanted him. He finally stripped his boxers and he slowly entered me.

It hurt at first and I could tell that he knew so he stilled with a shocked look on his face but I whispered to him, “Carry on.” He pushed further into me and soon we found ourselves having slow, amazing sex.

Once finished we relaxed back onto the bed, I felt myself become drowsy so I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was, “Shit!”

When I woke up the next morning I was alone, I had a pounding headache. Things were blurry from the night before, all I knew was that I had sex. I could barely remember what he had looked like all I knew was that he had dark hair. I decided to get out of bed before he returned, if he returned. I changed into the clothes I was wearing the night before and left the room. I headed downstairs, it was completely quiet, like no one was there so I left.

I didn’t know then that would be the first day of the rest of my life.