Beautiful People

Forty Five: Glowing

Cyrus' POV

I found myself craving more than a kiss. I ran my hand through her hair and down her back, feeling burning sparks everywhere my skin touched hers. It was the most hypnotic feeling I the world.

I suddenly became aware of her body on top of mine. In a split second of lost control, I turned us over so I was on top. She let out a gasp and at first I thought I scared her again. Then she started laughing.

I have her a questioning look.

"You only look like that when you're in trouble," she replied, remembering what she had said before.

I shook my head at he and captured her lips again. This time, she placed her hands on my back and I surprised myself by reaching under her shirt. I delicately tickled the skin as I worked my way up her chest. When I reached my destination, she moaned in my mouth and pulled away.

She looked at me with fearful eyes, not as frightened as before but still scared. She looked straight into my eyes as if trying to find courage in them. I, feeling ashamed on how I could be so selfish, got off of her. I rolled over onto my back and imitated how she was staring at the for uncertainly.

I covered my face with my hands and wiped them down, as if that would reverse what just transpired.

I finally spoke.

"Look, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking," she turned head to look at me but said nothing.

"I lost control. I didn't mean to be so.. selfish."

"What are you stressing about, Cyrus?" She whispered softly, like how she does when she's trying to unpack my brain.

"I know you said I shouldn't go through your stuff. That there are things you don't want me to see," I start. She seems to face changed her facial expression to blank. She stared back at me. She was in a daze again.

I looked at her, trying to suss out what was going on in her brain. She soon closed her eyes and stayed frozen in place. I waited a while for something else to happen. But give minutes pasted and nothing happened.

I got up and shook her shoulder. No response.

I waved a hand in front of her face. No response.

I pulled her up and made her sit up. No response.

That was when I panicked. I laid her back down again and listened with my ear above her chest for signs of breathing.

Thank God she was still breathing.

But what was wrong with her. I examined her closely and jumped out of my own skin when she suddenly turned over.

Okay, so she was just asleep. Phew.

And quite a deep sleeper if I might add. I almost dropped her twice as I carried her to her bed. How she could have just fallen asleep in the middle of me talking to her beats me. I was just glad that my high maintenance girlfriend wasn't threatening to kill me with stress.

I lay down on her bed with her and watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful and young in her sleep. The sound of her soft breathing was soothing and I admired her body now she wasn't looking. I felt so bad that I could have been so dumb to try and arouse her after she had been taken advantage of before. What kind of guy does that anyway?

My jaw clenched as I thought about how wrong this is. As much as I hate to admit, we're just kids. We are way to young to be dealing with shit like this. Court for trying to kill me, punishment for relationship decisions, heartache for past trauma. It's all too much.