When Old Dreams Come True

Part 9

"Am I interrupting something?"  

I jump back from Chris to see my brother standing in the open doorway staring at Chris and I with a raised eyebrow.  I shake my head and turn around moving towards the sink.  "Yes, and If you don't mind you should leave."  

I turn around and scowl at Chris, seeing his blue eyes filled with humor.  "Shut up, Chris.  What do you need Carter?"  

"Suddenly it doesn't seem so important."  He says moving into the living room and stopping about five feet away.  "Are you going to tell me whats going on here?  'Cause I'm pretty sure I just saw my sister locking lips with some guy in her kitchen."  

I lean my head back and groan, "That's certainly not helping there darlin'."  Chris mutters as he steps next to me gently moving me away from the sink.  I scowl at him and try to push back in front of the sink.  "Go talk to your brother.  I can handle washing a couple of cups."  He kisses my forehead before nudging me towards the living room.

I walk towards where Carter stands in the living room, next to the couch.  I sit on the couch and run my hand through my hair not wanting to look at him.  "So you want to tell me what's going on, or you want me to guess?"  He asks quietly as he sits beside me, and wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"Chris came back, last week."  I say as I lean my head on his shoulder.  "I still love him Carter.  So much and it scares me."  

"Hon-"  He's cut off by a slobbery dog face in his as Pumba tries to climb on the couch between us.  Carters shakes his head and scoots to the side allowing the 190 pound mastiff to shove between us.

"You could have just told him no."  I say, rubbing the large dogs hips as he plops his head in my brothers lap.  "He does know his manners."

He shrugs and uses his fingers to scratch the wrinkly eyebrows of my dogs face.  I look over my shoulder to see Linda laying on the floor of the kitchen staring up at Chris.  "Hon, this is the Chris from high years ago right?"  I nod and tear my gaze away from where he stands cleaning my kitchen with my dog at his feet.  "Did he have an explanation for leaving for so long?"  

"Yeah,"  I say and I stare at the photo hanging by the fireplace.  "It makes sense, I don't like the idea of it, and it scares me but it makes sense."

We sit quietly for a minute before I feel my brothers eyes on me and turn my gaze to him.  "Does he know?"  I shake my head and look back to Chris.  

"No, I can't tell him yet Carter.  I just...." I let out a shaky breath.  "I just can't do that yet, he just came back.  I can't lose him again."  

I stand up from the couch and walk past the kitchen, down the hall to my bedroom, leaving the door open and sit on my bed.  I pull my knees to my chest and stare at the floor, my thoughts whirling in my mind.  Thoughts and memories bouncing past each other.   I hear a soft knock and glance up, to see Christopher, his knuckles still resting against the door frame.  "You okay Audge?"  I shrug and close my eyes, resting my chin on my knees.  The bed beside me dips under his weight as he sits down and pulls me to his chest.  "I know I've been gone for a long time, but I still care about you.  So damn much."  He tells me, his chin resting on my head.  "You wanna talk about it?"  I shake my head keeping in where it rest on his shoulder, tucked into his neck.  

"Not today."

His arms wrap around me, making me feel safe again.

"I'm heading out sis!"  I hear from the front of the house, followed by the slamming of the front door.  Linda barks once the sound coming down the hall, in response to the door slamming.  

"Well that was a short visit."  Chris comments as he shift on the bed scooting farther back onto the mattress.  

"That's most of Carter's visits in the house.  He helps in the barn when he can, but tends to get distracted by the dogs until he remembers he still had work to do elsewhere."  I say lifting my head off of Christophers shoulder and sigh as I roll my shoulders.  

"Audge."  

"Hmm."  I say not looking at him, until I don't get a reply.  I look up at him, seeing his blue-grey eyes locked on me.  I feel my tongue dart out, wetting my lips,  acutely aware he is watching my every move.  

I open my mouth to say something but think better of it, instead just closing my eyes as I feel his mouth claim mine, as he pulls me closer to him.

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Another chapter written!  It may not be the best, but lets face it not a lot of my writing is.  Plus you know writing about kisses and love stuff when I've never experienced romance stuff since, my boyfriend doesn't actually exist, and has been imaginary for almost four years.....  

Yeah anyway.

Hope anyone who reads this likes it (aka nobody since no one reads my stuff anyway)