Out of the Darkness

66 Anna's POV

He was still holding my hand, so I covered my mouth with my other to stifle my laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me, a humorous glint in his eyes. I moved my mouth and let out a loud laugh. "The way you said milk. MELK." I burst into a fit of giggles, hearing the word replay itself in my head. He rolled his eyes at me, and grinned. "Shut up. It's easier to say it that way. Kat says it like that too." I shook my head, still laughing. "What does that even mean?" I asked. "It's easier to say it that? It's easy as it is. See, watch. M-ILK," I sounded out. "Okay, what is this, bully Colby time?" He asked, his blue eyes still full of laughter. It felt so easy. Just being here with him, laughing at stupid things. It felt right. "You're gonna pay for this," he growled out, a mischievous grin on his lips as he pulled me closer to him. My breath caught in my throat, my laughter dying out. I was painfully aware of my skin touching his, my chest against his, his lips mere centimeters from my own. Was this what had been like to be alive? I didn't remember ever feeling anything so intense. I was stuck, frozen in his gaze...until he started to tickle me, stealing what little bit of breath that I had left in me. I gasped, then my laughter came, broken and hectic, as his fingers moved up and down my sides. "N-NO ST-STOP IT!" I gasped out, wriggling in his arms. "Nope. Not until you say melk is the right way to say it," he replied, his fingers moving faster. "Oh-" I gasped out, losing the ability to talk at all. All I could do was laugh and breath in gulping breaths. Finally, he slowed his fingers to a stop, but kept his hands on my waist. I looked up into his eyes, breathing hard from the onslaught of tickling I had just endured. "Do you give?" he asked, his voice deeper and huskier than usual. I was still trying to catch my breath, so I shook my head, before sucking a deep breath. "Never," I rasped, my own voice sounding very different to my ears. His eyes held me frozen again, stuck in a never ending time loop that I didn't want to leave. His blue orbs reminded me of the ocean, a far away memory that was on the outskirts of my brain, trying to inch it's way back in. The frothy waves crashing against one another, the sun glittering across the clear waters, making them sparkle like diamonds. I remembered the feeling of the warm sand under my bare feet, throwing my head back as I stood there, the warmth of the sun caressing my cheeks. Before I knew what was happening, his lips crashed against mine, just like the waves crashed against the shore of the beach in my memory. I didn't resist. Didn't even think of resisting this time. For whatever reason, I was alive in this moment. I was alive, and I was remembering little things about my past life. I was feeling things that I wasn't sure that I had ever felt. I didn't want to let that go. I wanted to live while I could, even if only for a few more moments. I knew, in my heart, that if I had been born in this time, or if he had been born in mine, that we would have found each other. That's all I could think about as his lips and tongue moved with mine. His full lips were soft, but forceful, melting against my own, sending electric currents from them to the rest of my body. I felt lightheaded, like I was sinking into him, so I held on tight. His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me against him. I gasped into his mouth, causing him to pull back. His blue eyes were burning, the black pupil blowing out, almost obscuring the blue. They had a drugged look to them. My eyes traveled down to his lips, those wonderful full, soft lips, that had been working magic on me that I had never felt before. His tongue shot out, licking them, as I watched, and I felt something flip in my stomach. "What is happening?" I murmured quietly, talking to myself. I glanced back up, meeting his hooded eyes. I tried to say something, but my voice came out in a croak. A smirk crossed his handsome face as I cleared my throat to try again. "Um, that was...nice," I said, stupidly, every other word seeming to disappear from my mind. A wide grin spread across his face now, and he leaned down to press his lips quickly to mine. "Yeah. It was very nice." He moved his hands from my hips, but reached down and took my hand in his again. "How do you feel about that? The kiss?" he asked. I felt my face heat up, feeling suddenly hot, as flashes of how he worked his mouth against mine filled my head. "I'm sorry if I overstepped my boundaries. I couldn't seem to help myself," he said, turning me to face him, his voice going low as he stared into my eyes again. "I know you said that we shouldn't, but I had too. Just once," he added. "Ugh," my brain seemed to have stopped working. No words would come to mind as I held his molten hot gaze. I was almost sweating under it, I swear. "I don't know if it was a good idea," I managed to say, my voice low. His light in his eyes dimmed at my words, so I rushed to finish what I was saying. "But it doesn't seem to matter. I don't know why I'm drawn to you, or why I feel this way, or how long I'll be in this form, but it doesn't matter anymore." His gaze grew hard, not in a mean way, not stern or angry, but determined. "We're going to figure something out Anna. I'm going to help you. I promised, remember?" A small, sad smirk lifted one side of his mouth, as he held my gaze. I nodded, giving him a sad smile of my own. "I know. I trust you," was I said. Then I rested my head against his chest, and listened to his heart beat as we stood there, in the kitchen, food forgotten for the moment. I felt his cheek rest against the top of my head, and smiled. I didn't have my memories, but I knew that I had never felt anything like this, especially over someone that I barely knew. This was crazy. My stomach let out a growl that sounded close to the one Colby had made early. "OH," I exclaimed in surprise, putting my hand over my belly. "Food. I was supposed to get food." I gave him an accusing look and he just threw his head back and laughed. His hair fell back away from his forehead, a giant, beautiful, open mouthed smile on his face. I was quiet literally star struck for a moment. "Right, food. I am so very sorry," he replied, once he was finished laughing.