13: Make the Most of it

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      Her soft breathing soothed him. The feeling of her heart against his made his heart flutter; and he couldn't believe someone could make him feel this way. She mumbled something in her sleep making Enoch's heart skip a beat. His grip on her tightened as she slurred around.

"Enoch," she laughed as her head was pressed against his chest. He closed his eyes pretending to be asleep.

"Enoch I have to go back to my room before everyone's up for breakfast," she told him trying to get out of his grip. He smiled softly and rolled over so that he was on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently before moving to kiss her nose, and other places on her face.

"Okay," he pouted while lifting his hand to move her hair away from her face, "But you're coming back here after breakfast."

"Or we could go to my room," she smiled cupping his cheeks in her hands, "But I really have to go."

"We'll go to your room then."

When she left, Enoch felt more alone. He was happy he had someone he could spend all his time back. He loved being liked back, the feeling that someone wants him the way he wants them. He couldn't wait for breakfast that way he could see her beautiful face again. There was a light knock on his door making his heart jump. He rushed to the door with a smile on his face only to be disappointed when he saw Olive.

"You have to help me clean the kitchen after breakfast," Olive spoke softly pretending like she hadn't seen his reaction when he opened the door.

"Alright, is it ready?" Before Olive has the time to answer the familiar sound of the small bell rang through the house. He rushed out of his room with a smile on his face as he headed to the table.

Cars was already sitting down in her spot talking to Jake. Enoch's fist clenched as he moved to sit in his usual spot. She smiled widely as Jake said something to her. Enoch looked to her waiting for her to give him the attention he wanted.

"Hey," he touched her foot with his as more children got to the dining room. She smiled at Enoch and looked down at her plate.

"Hey," she said softly making his heart skip a beat. His cheeks reddened while looking down embarrassed.

"Enoch why is your face so red?" Claire asked before stuffing food into her back mouth.

He grumbled while mixing his food around and his eyes fixed on his plate, "Its not."

"I think it is a little red," Cars smirked making his cheeks darken even more, "I wonder why."

"Oh I think we know why," Emma joined in on the teasing making the two girls laugh lightly. He pouted and lowered his head more.

When breakfast was over, she went to her room but he was stuck cleaning with Olive. She wanted to ask him about earlier, because she wanted to know if he and Cara were seeing each other. How was it that Cara came out of nowhere and had Enoch fall for her? Olive had liked him much longer than Cara was even alive.

"So breakfast was weird," she said as she dried the dishes Enoch washed. Enoch shrugged his shoulders and kept his gaze to the sink.

"Are you and Cara, seeing each other?" She asked.

"Maybe," he mumbled scrubbing the plate a little harder, "Why does it matter?"

"Well because you don't really know anything about her," Olive blurted out, "You've known her for a month maybe and you're head over heels."

Enoch didn't say anything. Olive sighed, "What if she leaves one day."

He stopped, she waited for him to say something but he didn't. He set the plates down and stormed away. Not bothering to knock, he walked into Cara's room and pushed her to the bed softly. She let out a small giggle and wrapped her arms around him, "What's this for?"

"I just want to hold you forever because I never want you to leave," he mumbled against her neck.

"What do you mean leave?"

"Come on Cara," he sighed and looked up at her, "We both know you won't stay here forever."

"Enoch—"

"So let's just make the most of it while we still can," Enoch kissed her lips softly. Her heart dropped at the sadness laced in his voice. She wanted to tell him she would stay forever but she wasn't sure it'd happen.

"Okay..."

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