Save Me

Chapter 27

"Yeah, I have a date with not so much sexy fifty-year-old woman to talk about my psychological health." I exclaim. He visually relaxes and lets out a long breath.

"Very funny" he mumbles mockingly narrowing his eye at me and I giggle.

"Corbyn!" We hear a voice shout in the back and Corbyn turns.

"Give me a sec!"

"I better go now," I murmur and taking a step forward, I kiss him softly on the cheek causing him to smile.

"Good luck on your date!" He cries before I enter the school and I tug my tongue to him. He laughs at my childish action shaking his head.

When I enter the house after my appointment in the Social Service, my body aches. My visits to the Social Service it's just a reminder of how tragic my life has turned out to be and how much I've lost the last few weeks. It doesn't help me to move on, at all.

"Amelia! Do you want to join us for dinner?" My aunt asks when she sees me and the smell of cheese and spaghetti reaches my nostrils.

"Absolutely," I agree licking my lips and she laughs. I walk to the bathroom to wash my hands but when I try to shut the door, it sticks. It opens again and Corbyn gets in locking it behind him.

He snakes his arm around my waist and moves me around so my back hits the door as he brings his lips on mine. His hands cup my cheeks keeping me steady as we get lost in our kisses. We haven't kissed for a day and it feels long. Too long.

"How was your appointment?" He asks leaning against the door while I'm washing my hands.

"Good, I guess," I murmuring shrugging. Every time is just the same thing. I know what will follow, what she will ask and how I'll respond.

"Why do you go?"

"They have to keep a watch on me for a few months to check if my psychology is stable." He nods as if he's thinking of it and I wonder about the reason he's asking me all these things.

"What are you talking about?" He asks when I let the tower and stand before him.

"The school, my friends and more serious stuff like insomnia, nightmares-"

"Do you have nightmares?" Worry crosses his facial features; he acts as if he cares and I can't help but think that he might care indeed.

"I do,"

"What do you see?"

"My parents," I whisper and the image of the crashed car stuck in the tree comes to my mind. Tears threaten to appear but I blink to make them go away. He caresses my cheek with his hand and I unconsciously lean into it shutting my lashes. I just want to stay here with him touching me and making me feel all those emotions that he only can.

"What was the last one?"

"I saw them dead inside the car bleeding and no matter what I did..." I mutter. "I couldn't help them,"

"When was it?"

"It was actually the night I find you bleeding in the bathroom."

"I knew you had been crying,"

"You did?" I whisper as well. We're very close once again and I don't exactly realize how I ended up in his arms. It's like a magnetic force is drawing us together; closer. He nods in response brushing his nose in mine.

"I notice you more than you think," he whispers leaning down and the movement of his lips brings desire in mine. I lean up and press my lips in his until a voice is heard from the living room.