LOVE WITHOUT SLEEP

THE CHAPTER 7

The darkness of the room made us closer than ever...as we soon were in touch with one another's every feeling just by movement and sound. Soft moans escaped me as the drive of his length grew faster in pace. He pressed his forehead against mine, kissing me for what I assumed to keep me quiet. I pulled away from his lips, arching my back and breathing out softly. My heart racing at an incredible speed and my blood rushing just as.

His hands wandered my entire body, before lifting my legs around his waste as they began to shake. Every bit of me was ready to collapse to my side though, in too much pleasure to allow myself. I clawed onto the skin of his back with my nails as I let out a long and satisfied sigh, throwing my head back as I soon reached my climax.

"Oh my god..." I panted, lying flat on my back as he sat up. So many thoughts circled my mind that I was no longer able to think of just one thing. Though standing out the most was the thought of being with George, and how I never imagined in a thousand years that I'd be hooking up with him...and finishing where we left off.

As he finally came to lie beside me. I looked over at what I could see of him in the darkened room. He looked at me as well, "damn..."

I had no idea what to say, only being able to look at him and know that I loved him so much. He pushed my hair out of my face, licking his lips...as he usually did when stuck on a puzzled thought.

"What is it?" I asked, immediately thinking it was me.

"Nothing," he wrapped his arms around me resting his chin at the top of my head..."nothing..."

I let go of it, closing my eyes and feeling the most safe and secure that I had in a long time.

"There's something different about you tonight." He said.

"What's that?" I asked, trying my best not to fall asleep in his arms.

"You don't have any bruises, or scars...on your body." He said, stroking my back gently.

I opened my mouth to speak, though no words coming out. I opened my eyes, staring at his chest, "yeah..."

"I'm happy you don't..." he mumbled, growing tired as I could feel his hands slowing at the center of my back.

"Remember the last time I saw you?" He asked.

"Mhm." I nodded.

"I didn't mean to offend you, about your parents, and I'm sorry. Forgive a sixteen year old me, only thinking of the worst--"

"It's fine. It was because of them..." I said. "I always used to see you and your family be so happy, and kind to one another...so I didn't want to tell you. I wanted a family like that, and I only ever felt it when I was with you and yours..." I laughed to hide the pain of the memory, "I loved coming to your house."

He opened his eyes, looking down at me, "what? But...you guys went to church all the time...and...were so into like...I don't know, God and shit."

"It didn't matter." I said, suddenly feeling brave for telling him at all. Only wishing I was brave enough the first time, "that's why I stay away from them...I couldn't wait until I was old enough to leave...and if it weren't for you, when I wasn't old enough...I would have ran away."

"How did I change that?" He asked.

"By loving me...because they didn't." I said.

"I'm sure they loved you, Jude. Just--"

"They didn't, I was the problem. I was always in the way. My mum and I were close until she met my step dad, and then he came and..." I shook my head, sighing, "everything changed..."

"How?" He asked, "what would he do?"

I shook my head, "let's not talk about that tonight...let's just enjoy our time together." I said, yawning as I closed my eyes for the last time that night.

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The bright California sun peaked through the curtains, turning my dreams into an orange abyss. I opened my eyes slowly, rubbing them as they ached and my lids weighed heavy. I had a headache worse than any pain I'd felt in a long time. I looked down, seeing my bare breasts, my heart racing as I pulled the blankets up to cover myself. I turned around, wide eyed and hopeful to be alone....seeing George still sound asleep beside me.

Oh my God... I sat up slowly and carefully, peaking over the bed to the floor to see if my clothes were scattered around in view. I could spot my dress and panties. I made a slow attempt to get out of bed, holding my head as it weighed ten times heavier as I leaned down to grab my dress.

I quickly threw it over my head as George moved around, turning around to see me. I grabbed the blanket, covering myself. He furrowed his brow, looking around in confusion.

"Hey..." I said, leaning down to grab my panties.

He sat up quickly, "Fucking hell." He said, "fuck....fuck...fuck..." He repeated.

"I know..." I said regretfully and humiliated.

"No, no, you don't know. I have a girlfriend back home--" He sprung out of bed, quickly, grabbing for his boxers.

"What the hell George, do you think this is easy for me?" I asked.

"It's what you wanted! You don't have anyone waiting for you at home." He said.

"Oh so because I don't have a boyfriend this is no big deal for me? I just go around fucking my exes all the time, is that what you're saying?!" I sat down on the bed, leaning over and holding onto my head as the constant banging was inevitable.

"I'm saying exactly what I said, Jude." He snapped, going to his suitcase and searching through it.

"You're unbelievable! You brought me here!" I said.

"I was drunk!" He raged.

"So was I! It's not my fault okay!" I grabbed my purse, searching around for some advil and ciggs.

He turned around. "we gotta get you out of here. You can't leave with us, there's gonna be fans outside without a doubt."

"I'll leave by myself." I said, getting up and grabbing for my boots.

"They're gonna remember you, you have the same exact clothes on--"

"What are they gonna do, kill me? I don't really care--"

"I care, I can't have anyone finding out we slept together and these fans are good at putting two and two together. You were with me, I was with you." He said quietly, as if they were right outside of the room.

I rolled my eyes, "so you're gonna try to keep this a secret and you trust me not to tell?" I popped the advil into my mouth, grabbing for my water bottle on the table.

"You wouldn't." He said.

"Of course I wouldn't, who would believe me anyway. George, why are you treating me like some kind of stranger you know I would never do anything to fuck you over. You don't want your precious girlfriend to find out you hooked up with your ex girlfriend and fucked her, great. I don't want people to find out I did the same thing because then it will lead to the wrong kind of popularity."

He nodded, "I'm sorry. I just..." he held onto his head as well, "I've never cheated on her before." He said.

I looked over at him, "have you ever cheated on me?" I asked.

He looked over to me slowly, and silently.

"Well?" I urged the answer.

"We were like fourteen--"

"So you did." I stood up, grabbing my purse.

"Well, glad I didn't find out until now. I guess its like they say, what he's done to you he'll do to someone else." I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna go check on Monica."

He sighed, watching me go as I slammed the door shut behind me.