Dangers Back (sequel to "Danger")

"I'm so going to hell for this,"

Without hesitation, Kelsey made her way over to me, grabbing the hand I have outstretched to her while taking a seat on the other side of me. “Justin, don’t pull on me, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Then cooperate. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re home.” She shrugged, looking around the room.

“I’m home because I want to be and you’re trying to get away from me.” Pausing, I licked my lips, knowing the answer but wanting to get the truth out of her, “Why?”

“First you wanted me to leave you alone and—”

I looked at her puzzled, “When?”

“At the hospital,”

“Kelsey,” I gave her a pestered look, “That was only for five minutes so you could get some sleep but now all of a sudden your jumpy and looking anywhere but at me.” Letting out a frustrated sigh, I covered her hand with mine, “What is it? You don’t like the bandages?”

“I think that, uhm, I just… it scares me.” She nodded to herself as if she’s found the right way of going about this, “To think that I almost lost you.”

“That’s behind us, I’m okay now.”

“You’re not okay Justin you got two bullet holes in your chest.” She spat, her eyes finding the patches on me with hatred in her eyes.

“I know the scars don’t look good but the bandages cover them.”

“It’s not about how they look; it’s about what they mean.” She hissed in censure. Tucking strands behind her ear, Kelsey pursed her lips to one side, “Uhm, I guess I lived my life in denial. I guess everybody does I mean if you think about all the things that could go wrong with somebody that you love, all the different ways that you could lose them, I think that you go crazy so you don’t. You know, you just assume that everything’s going to be fine and most of the time, you’re right. But then you remember that nothing is promised.” Swallowing hard, tears whelmed up in her eyes, “And loving somebody with all of your heart can’t make them live.”

“But it did, Kels, that’s the point.” I stressed, giving her hand a squeeze. “I know the scars are ugly and I wish they were gone especially because it hurts you to look at them.” Rubbing my thumb across her knuckles, I gazed up at her with nothing but adoration in my eyes. “But it’s proof that I survived, that you gave me something to live for.”

Taking what I said to heart and letting it sink in, Kelsey brought my hand up, giving it a gentle kiss before soothing it over with her thumb, “I don’t want to hurt you.” She whispered.

Drawing her over to me, I cupped her face once she propped herself on top of me. “Don’t fight me on this.” I whispered against her lips before meshing ours together. Brushing the palms of my hands over up and down her sides, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, immediately finding hers and moaning in pleasure.