Snatched (On Going) I'm Sorry---have Been Extremely Ill---will Update Soon

SEVEN.

The salty air was warm and inviting. The sand was finding its way into the cracks and crevices of my body. Bridges arm snaked under my head and we laid there for a long time. "What do you mean, thought they were the love of your life?" I asked after a while.

"Ahh.. she was everything. I drank in every part of her. I gave her everything I had. My very being longed to be with her. But her very being belonged to the local barman, the neighbor on Thursdays, and sometimes my own brother." He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. I was absolutely flabbergasted. To say that I am repulsed by sexual contact is putting it lightly but the thought that someone would sleep with everyone they came in contact with made my skin crawl. I do not mind that others engage in sex it is perfectly normal, I don't even mind that they have sex with many people, but to be in a relationship and relentlessly cheat on their partner broke my heart for him.

"I'm so sorry." I said, And I meant it. I tilted my face towards him and just stared at his beautiful face. His eyes flashed with pain for a moment but then it slid away, replaced with... desire, or longing. I wasn't sure but my heart beat increased. "We were engaged and I only found out about her cheating a month before we were to marry." he closed his eyes for a moment as though this would hide the disappointment in his eyes.

I reached out and touched his cheek softly, he didn't pull back so I just left my hand there for a few moments. He finally opened his eyes again. "But enough about my tragic tale, what about you?" I stared up at the sky and told him of a boy I used to love. "I was also in love once. Captivated. I loved him like there was no one else on this Earth. I gave him every piece of me. We only had sex one time but it was many years after we met. I realized afterwards that I was different. Most people generally think about sex all the time, I was no exception.. only I wasn't thinking about how wonderful it was.. I was absolutely disgusted with myself. You see, I knew that something wasn't right but I didn't know what it was. After the initial encounter I did a lot of research and came across the term of Asexuality." I stopped speaking for a moment. I hated telling guys this piece of information because it usually made them lose interest. I snuck a quick glance at his face. He didn't even seem phased.

"Are you okay?" Bridger asked out loud and I realized he was talking to me in the present. "Okay." I said smiling a little. "You mentioned that you were not living six hours away anymore?" his eyes brightened and he smiled too. "Ahh.. yes. Well, I got a job offer in Abendale." My eyes widened.

Abendale was a town only about thirty minutes away from where I am now. "You're going to take it?" I asked excitement flooding through me. "I wanted to talk to you about it first. I know that we met and went through a lot together but Emerson.. I think about you all the time. You're constantly on my mind. I think- no, I know that I am in love with you. I want to be closer to you. I want to be in your life."

His words trailed off and he stared at me. Tears welled up in my eyes and the next thing I know I let his hand drop from my grasp. His eyes seemed a little hurt but I stood up. I stepped closer to him so that I was standing directly in front of him. I took a deep breath and sat down on his lap, grabbed his face with my shaking hands and pressed my lips to his.

The kiss was gentle and slow at first. His lips were soft and plump, and clearly expert at this. I could tell that I had shocked him by this action. He took his own hands and placed one in my hair and the other on my back and kissed me harder. My head felt dizzy and intoxicated. I had never been kissed this way.

He pulled me closer and kissed me harder, his hand rubbing the small of my back. My stomach filled with butterflies. I let my hands slide back from his cheeks and twist into his soft locks on the back of his head. He smelled of coffee, grass, and a very pleasant cologne. I inhaled his smell deeply as our lips continued to meet and tease one another.

After what seemed like a week I pulled away. He looked just as shocked by the ending of the kiss as he had been when it began. I leaned in closer to him and spoke quietly into his ear "I love you, Bridger." And I meant it.

I stared into his eyes and his mouth twitched at the corner into a mischievous half smile. "So.. you want me to take it then?" I actually giggled and nodded vigorously. He smiled and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and breathed him in again. I could hear his heart thudding through his cotton t-shirt. We sat in silence like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence and warmth. I felt so content. This was what love was supposed to feel like. I could have died then and there and been perfectly fine. I was on my way to finding true happiness. Boy, was I wrong.