"I love to taste you, but I hate kissing you" Chris admitted, his words cut me deeper than one thousand knives. He refuses to love me, but loves to touch me.
"Truth or dare Chris?" I ask in between sloppy kisses, loving the way that his hands roamed...
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"Hey Jon, it's Lucie, I'm leaving yet another message cause we need to figure this out, so call me back ASAP please, bye" I groan after calling Jon for the fifth time this morning.
I've been getting worried but there isn't much we can do at this point. I decided to take matters into my own hands, So I made the executive decision to pack a bag and book a last minute flight.
"Chris, I think I'm just going to pack a bag and see if I can get a flight. I'm going to just go to Jon's place and get him moving" I sigh, while running my hands along my forehead in distress.
"Damn okay, Do you want me to come with you?" He asks, trying to be helpful.
"That's okay, It should be a family thing right now. I'll keep you updated but I'm not waiting and risking something happening" I explain, just wanting to do this on my own.
"Okay, I'll drive you then okay?" He tells me, as he places his hand on my shoulder in reassurance.
"Sure, let me get some things ready" I reply, before going to our room and putting a small duffle together.
I begin to put things together so that I can get Jon in and out as fast as possible. The fact that he isn't answering is worrying me, I haven't heard from my mom yet and I'm not sure what's going on. All I know is that I need to be there for my dad, he's younger but things still happen and I'm going.
After 30 minutes I was ready and we both hop in the car on the way to Jon's. I hope he doesn't know anything that I don't know and that everything's fine still, But at this point you never know. Jon always answers his phone so this was unlike him.
"You think everything's okay?" I ask Chris as he's focused on the road.
"If it got worse I'm sure they would've called" He says. I nod in agreement, realizing or hoping they would've.
We arrive at Jon's and without completely stopping the car, I decide to open my door and barge to the front door of their house. I have to make sure they're both okay before worrying about getting to the airport. This was so unlike him.
"Jon! Open up it's me!" I yell while knocking profusely, having no shame. The door opens and I see him in pajamas looking tired as ever.
"Uh hey?" He questions, Staring at me with a face of confusion.
"Did you get my calls? Come on, We're going to see dad" I say abruptly, how was he so calm during this?
"Damn okay, I'm sorry I went to bed super early last night" He replies as he rubs his eyes.
"Well lets get a move on" I rush him, pushing my hands towards him to put some clothes on. I give Chris a thumbs up from the doorway, before entering their house to go say hello to Georgia.
