Rescued Into Love

Chapter Sixteen

I expected him to come back after a few days since he explained to me his back story, but it has been pass a few days. It’s been pass a few weeks. It’s almost been a month. Sure he has came in here to give me food and water, but he hasn’t even looked into my eyes. That’s good. I don’t want to be in his green eyes. That connection needs to die. No. He needs to explain to me why I am here. I figured it out. I need him to confirm it. I need to know.. now.

“MARCUS!” I scream.

I need him to come here. I need to know. I’ve been here for over three months now. I haven’t heard a word from anyone. Not my family, my friends, the cops, the fire department, not anyone besides him. 

“MARCUS!” I scream again.

I hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. He needs to hurry.

“MARCUS!”

The door opens. I expected to swing open and slam into the wall, but it doesn’t. It’s a calm opening. He walks in. I expected him to be anger, but he isn’t. He is calm. Everything is calm. 

“Marcus, I need to know.”

He walks over towards me and kneels by the bed. “Need to know what.”

“Why I am here. Why you kidnapped me. I need to know. I think I know.”

He smirks. Why is he smirking. Does he think this is a joke? I need to know. 

“What is your theory?”

He seems amused. He shouldn’t be. He should be mad. He should be angry that I demanded him to come here to answer my question.

“I got you taken away so now you took me away.”

His smirk grows. “Not at all.”

“Then tell me. I deserve to know.”

His smirk goes away. He knows I’m serious. He better fucking know I’m serious.

“Do you not know?”

“I told you what I think and its wrong. So what is it?”

His eyes stare into mine. Those damn green eyes better fucking tell me the truth.

“You really don’t know?”

“Apparently not a clue.”

“I thought you felt it too.”

“Felt what?”

He doesn’t answer. The connection? Is he talking about the connection?

“Answer me damn it.”

With that everything happened so fast. One moment I was yelling and demanding to know and the next my eyes are opened wide as his lips press against mine. There is so much passion. The connection I felt before is all I can feel. His lips are soft like a pillow and taste sweet like ice cream. My eyes slowly close shut as my lips start to kiss back into his. My body relaxes as his hands find their place to my hips. He leans back out of the kiss. I open my eyes to see his face. Before anything is said my hands come across his face leaving a huge red mark on his cheek. He turns his head back to face me and he leans back into my lips for another passionate kiss. He lays me down on the bed and lays over my body. The warmth of his body on mine warms me up. I get a feeling in my stomach I have never experienced before. As he kisses my lips he unties the rope giving my hands freedom. My hands find their way into his hair. I never been kissed before and I never kissed a boy before. I’m loving every moment of this. He pulls his head and looks into my eyes. I stare into his green eyes and see them sparkle more than ever before. A rush flows through my body. He sits back up and helps me up.

“I like that answer.”

We both giggle a little. I can’t believe that was my first kiss. Was it his? Does it matter? 

“I knew you felt it.”

We both giggle again.

“I never done that before.” He says quietly, but I still heard him.

“Me either.”

It became quiet for a moment, but only for a moment. We look at each other. I want to kiss him again, but I feel that’s childish. I shouldn’t want to kiss him. I shouldn’t feel the way I feel about him. It’s all wrong, but for the first time in a long time I feel right.