Elenora's Flower

Chapter 1

(Ellie POV)
I lay in my bed, staring down at my mac-book. I just finished my homework , and I decided to catch up on watching YouTube. I scroll through the home page, when I hear a glassy knock. I look up and see a familiar face outside my window.
I smile, walking over to unlock my window for him. He presses his pale face to the fogging glass, as I unhook the latch and pull the window up.
He crawls through, landing less-gracefully than I think he wanted to.
I chuckle. "Hey, Will," I say, tilting my head to the side. "What are you doing here at-" I look at my watch, "eleven-fifteen?"
He shrugs, "Thought I would come to see you." I raise My eyebrows.
"Ok."
He grins, flashing his pearly-whites. "I have something for you."
"Really?" I ask, returning his smile. He grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. He pulls me over to the bed, and I sit in is lap, kissing him quickly.
He smiles and pulls out a single flower. It is pretty long, and with violet pedals. I beam, taking it from him hands. "It's so pretty!" I say, walking over and setting it inside an empty vase located on my night table.
"I'm glad you like it," he smiles, his arms snaking around my waist, pulling me back.
We fall on the bed and he moves his hands to the side of my face, cupping it. He kisses me deeply, our lips moving roughly with each other. I pull away, panting lightly, my cheeks turning pink. I've been dating Will for over a year and kissing him never gets old. I get such an... odd feeling. I know he cares about me, and I am content with that.
I'd never dated anyone before William, so this was still a little new to me. He definitely has had experience before dating me.
He had to be one of the most popular guys in the school. Before I asked him out, I had been less popular. Just a normal kid, average. Some people frowned upon me for reasons I could never understand.
Since dating Will, I had been introduced as a popular kid. It was kinda weird. I'm still not sure if I like it, but I have Will to help me.
He pulls me closer and flips us over, pinning me against the bed. My cheeks turn pink as I notice him staring at me. I was about to say something when he kisses me aggressively again, biting my lip.
My lips part slightly and he pushes his tongue in, claiming my mouth as his. I was never good at french kissing, as he goes too quickly for me to follow.
We roll onto out sides and he grabs my hips, pulling us closer. A low groan escapes his throat and we catch our breath. I close my eyes and my head falls back. Kissing like that is tiring.
I feel hot breath on my throat and Will's lips kissing and nipping down my neck and collar-bone.
I whimper as he bites a fairly sensitive spot. I didn't need a mark tomorrow. I try to push him back, feeling uncomfortable with the situation. He can get a little rough and heated, and I had never been comfortable with going any further.
He growls quietly, but kisses me chastly, rolling off to let me have some freedom.
I never really understood his need to kiss me. I never really felt the need to kiss him a lot other than a goodbye or cute kiss. I notice him staring off into space and roll over to join him.
"What's wrong Will?" I ask, kissing his cheek. He looks towards me and smiles.
"Oh, nothing." He grabs my waist and pulls my body towards his kissing the back of my neck. "You're beautiful," he mumbles, cupping my chin and kissing me softly this time.
I blush and smile, "Thanks."
Even after we sat there for a few moments, he seemed to be off for some reason. "Do you love me?" he says outright, catching me off guard.
I know the word 'Love' is not the word to be throwing around randomly, and I'm not really sure I truly Love him. Sure, I like him, but I'm not sure I would say love.
"Do you?" I respond. I look into his eyes and see desire lingering. He kisses my neck.
"Of course I do."
I blush, "Oh."
He nudges me over more, his hands moving up and down my sides. I squirm as he kisses me deeply again. I thought I had already made it clear I wasn't up for this. Without much option, I just lay there, trying to act natural with him.
I feel his hot breath on my ear and he nips my ear-lobe, whispering.
"Isn't this love? Don't you want this?"
I shake my head violently away from him.
No, I don't want this, and this is not Love!
I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but he grabs them, pinning then above my head.
"You've made the wrong decision," he tsk, tsk, tsks with his finger, smirking at my scowling face. He kisses me forcefully and I refuse to kiss back.
"This is not love, Will. This is lust, and I will not tolerate that." I kick up my knee and hit him square in the place where the sun don't shine. He grunts, giving it up and letting me go. I shove him off my bed and point towards the window.
He rolls his eyes, standing to leave.
"You'll miss me when the fire's burned," he says, closing the window behind him.
I frown and lock it behind him. What did he mean? What fire? I look over at the flower he brought me and put some water in the vase. Why such a strange on a random night, only to invade me?
He knows I hate when he does that. He did it on purpose.
I shrug, pushing it to the back of mind. I'm sure he can explain tomorrow.
I decide not to worry about it and sleep it off.
Everything will be better tomorrow.