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You don't know what obsession is...
Until you meet me.
Chapter 8
Lily's POV
I woke up and felt more secure than I had for a long time. The second thing I noticed was that a pair of muscular arms held me close to a warm body (What the hell?! Arms? How did that happen?). And then the third, the warm and fuzzy feelings that I felt whenever He was around. The big question was, of course: Why the hell was Cain Evans in my bed?
I quickly went through my memories from last night, but couldn't recall anything involving Cain. I'd had a pretty boring Friday night, actually - watched a movie, talked a bit to Rose on the phone, and gone to bed. I had felt weirdly anxious and worried the whole night, but had been unable to think of a reason for that - maybe I'd forgotten some of my homework? Hm.
I carefully opened one eye, to make sure that it really WAS Cain Evans in my bed, and not a pillow or something - I'd had quite a few very believable dreams of Cain lately, and wanted to be sure that this wasn't one of them. Nope. There he was, half naked in just a pair of sweats. God, he was beautiful. I pinched my arm as hard as I could, just to make extra sure.
It took a while for me to be able to force myself to take my eyes off of his toned, perfect six-pack, and when I did, they trailed on up to his chest. That was when I noticed the blood.
It was dried, and smudged - just a few red-brown streaks. Was he hurt? I carefully searched the skin under the blood for any wounds. There had to be - it was a lot of blood. But the skin was flawless. Not even as much as a scratch was visible on the smooth surface. Was the blood someone else's, then? I frowned at the thought, but was at the same time strangely and extremely relieved that Cain wasn't the one hurt.
One would have thought that I'd may be a little freaked out over finding him in my bed, uninvited, but strangely enough - I wasn't. It felt too good to unsettle me, too comfortable too familiar. Like this was how it was supposed to be.
Just as I thought this, I felt Cain stir under me. He sighed softly, and I saw a little smile appear on his lips, which made my insides tingle. His arms tightened around me as he slowly opened his eyes... and met mine.
"Shit!" He all but jumped a mile when he saw I was awake and aware of his presence. "I overslept", he added unconsciously, to himself, and sounded as if this was the end of the world.
"Hello, Cain", I said, amused. "Mind if I ask what you're doing half naked in my bed?"
"I'm sorry!" he said hastily, scrambling to get up.
"It's OK. Just answer the question, Cain."
"I-I... I'm sorry!" he said again.
"That's not an answer, Cain", I teased.
He looked at me with sorry written in bold all over his face. "You weren't supposed to know about it", he confessed, finally. There was something in his eyes... I raised my eyebrows, surprised.
"It's happened before?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but when nothing came out, he closed it again. He was so cute like this - all confused and embarrassed. It was rather funny. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him with a mock-strict face.
"Cain? You do know that it's not very polite, or legal, to sneak into people's bedrooms at night, right?"
He met my eyes then, confused and a little suspicious.
"You're not mad? Freaked out? Disgusted? Calling the cops?"
"You're avoiding the question, Cain", I accused.
"Yes, I am", he said, matter-of-fact. "But so are you." We stared at each other for a moment, before he looked down, blushing (blushing?! Seriously - how cute is that?!). "I can't sleep without you in my arms."
Naww... I couldn't help but smile at that - believe me, I tried not to. I knew that I should be freaking out and calling the cops on his hot ass: I hardly knew him. But I didn't want to, and THAT did freak me out a little.
"It's OK", I head myself saying. "I don't mind that much." (Try AT ALL.)
His face lit up and he turned his gaze to meet mine.
"Really?" he said, hopeful.
"Yeah." I smiled at him, and for a second, I thought I saw his eyes glow slightly, before I mentally slapped the thought out of my mind. What was I thinking? Eyes don't glow - except for cats', maybe. His answering smile took my breath away.
Then, suddenly, he rolled over, so that he was on top of me, and kissed me so hungrily and desperate that I completely lost conscience of where, or even WHO, I was. All I could think of was Cain Evans. And I realized (as I seemed to do every time we kissed), how much I had missed him for the past few days - weeks - when I had not touched him, hugged him or kissed him every day.
We broke apart when he noticed me turning blue from lack of oxygen, but he simply trailed a line of gentle kisses down my neck, apparently not needing to breathe himself. I was jealous.
I drove my hands into his thick, dark hair and pressed him closer to me, and moaned as he kissed right below my earlobe. It was one of my soft-spots. He growled in response, and then whispered in my ear.
"You're mine!" he reminded me darkly, and didn't give me a chance to argue as he kissed my lips again.
I didn't really mind his possessiveness - it was actually quite the turn-on - but I would still have argued just for the sake of it. It would have bothered me if it had been any other guy - and it should have bothered me with this one too: I would have argued, because that was what I expected from myself.
We kept at it non-stop for almost fifteen minutes before, suddenly, my mom burst into the room. Cain and I flew apart as if under attack.
"Oh!" Her eyes widened in surprise, and she blushed dark red before quickly backing out of the room, closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry!" she shouted through the door. "I was just gonna say that I'm leaving, Lily - off to work!" She seemed to finally have gathered herself and wrapped her mind around what was going on inside my room, and as she spoke again it was with a voice full of glee and raw amusement. "Have a nice day - the both of you!"
"Bye, mom!" I yelled back, putting my bright red face in my hands. "I'm sorry", I added a little lower, to Cain. "I totally forgot about her!" Wow. That sounded terrible: forgetting my own mother.
He chuckled and rolled back to me, tugging at my hands. His clear, green eyes met my blue ones, and he softly trailed his fingertips along the lines of my face.
"That's OK. I did too."
I smiled at him as he slowly lowered his lips to mine again.
Cain's POV
I overslept. I overslept, and it was at the same time the stupidest and the most amazing thing I had ever done in my entire life. She knew now (well, part of it) - and she didn't mind. I'd kissed her again - and she hadn't pushed me away. I had even (if unofficially, and under worse circumstances than I might have wished and hoped for) met her mom. Life was perfect right at this moment.
After what felt like seconds - but was probably hours - in her bed, just talking (finally just talking) and lying in each others arms, Lily looked at me and asked:
"Why is there blood on you?" SHIT! I'd completely forgotten about that!
"I fell", I quickly lied. (Wow. Brilliant thinking, Cain. You fell? Where's the wound, dumbass?!) "On my way over here", I quickly continued. "I just scratched my hands a little - nothing serious. I'm sure it's already healed."
I could see that she didn't fully believe me - there was too much blood for me to have just scratched my hands.
"Speaking of which", I added, changing the subject, "mind if I borrow your shower?"
She met my eyes, and I could see in hers that she'd decided to brush this one off. I breathed a soft sigh of relief - I didn't want to lose her right after getting her, just because she found out I was a werewolf, and didn't want to be with me out of fear.
"Yeah", she said. "Sure, go ahead - it's right through there." She pointed towards the door that led to her bathroom. Of course, I already knew which door it was, but I saw no need in sharing that with her just yet.
I took a quick shower, careful to wash off all of the dried blood. Her bedroom smelled of her - but in the bathroom, the scent was so much stronger. The smell of wild raspberries that always hung in the air around her, seemed to come from her shampoo - and in here that smell was overwhelming.
I dried myself off with her fluffy white towel and pulled my worn and dirty sweats back on - since I didn't have anything else - before walking back out into her bedroom.
I caught her just as she was changing shirts, and the sight of her topless had me rock hard in seconds. She blushed and pressed her shirt to her breasts as she saw me standing there looking at her, but I could see her gaze trailing down my stomach to stop at my very erect member, and she bit her bottom lip while studying the bulge in my pants. My God - she was going to be the death of me!
With a few quick steps, I was directly in front of her, kissing her soft, full, and slightly bruised lips. I needed her. I needed to be inside her - it had been too long... Lucky me, she seemed to think much the same way, as she immediately dropped the shirt and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling me closer. I didn't mind, not at all.
I lifted her up by her butt, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing herself against me, making me moan. I couldn't get enough of this girl. I carried her over to her bed and put her down, laying down on top of her, being careful not to place all of my weight on her.
The rest of our clothes were off in under thirty seconds time.
Lily's POV
It took another hour of us in my bed for me to realize how hungry I was. I glanced at my alarm clock and jumped.
"What?" Cain asked, having noticed my jerk.
"It's three o'clock already", I informed him, stunned. "I'm hungry", I added thoughtfully, unconsciously patting my stomach as to underline this. Cain grinned.
"Breakfast, then!" he exclaimed happily and got out of bed, leaving me feeling cold.
I couldn't help but stare. I mean - I had never really seen him standing completely naked before me until then, the sunlight caressing his tan skin. He had the sexiest butt I had ever seen, and his six-pack was absolutely perfect. He met my eyes as they drifted from his body to his face, and smiled adoringly at me as I lay still in bed, propped up on my elbows. I was buck naked under the covers, and I bet my hair was a complete mess. My cheeks were glowing with a happiness I had never felt before, and my lips were more than a little bruised.
Cain pulled on his sweats and was by the side of the bed in a flash, leaning over me, and while staring lovingly into my eyes with a sweet little smile on his lips, he kissed me. It was soft and slow, but only lasted for a couple of seconds.
When he pulled back, I got out of bed, and it was his turn to stare. It wasn't awkward, and it didn't bother me to be naked around him, as it should have done: it felt completely natural. I went over to where my clothes lay on the floor, and put them back on. Cain was still staring hungrily at me when I turned back around, and again, there was a faint bright-green glow in his eyes. I shook my head. It was probably just a trick of the light, I thought to myself as I reached my hand out for him to take.
He quickly came over and joined my hand with his. It was warm, but not sweaty, and it made my skin tingle slightly to touch his. Together, we walked out of my room and down the stairs.
"So what do you want?" I asked when we entered the kitchen, letting go of his hand as I walked over to the pantry, opening it wide to see what we had to offer.
"Anything's fine", he said, coming up from behind me to hug my waist.
"Hmm..." I thought for a second. "You like eggs?"
"Very much", he said, with a smile in his voice.
"Then that's what we're having", I decided, and went over to the fridge instead, Cain following behind, still attached to my torso.
"You know", I said, smiling as I turned in his arms, "this would be a lot easier if you'd let go of me so that I can move."
He frowned, pouting slightly, which made me laugh. I reached up and kissed him as I broke his hold of my waist. Then I turned back to the fridge and took out the eggs, carefully closing the door before walking over to the stove.
Cain stood beside me the whole time the eggs were cooking, touching my face or my hair, or just holding my hand. When they were done, I lay the eggs on two plates, put the plates on the kitchen table, and sat in one of the chairs. Cain sat beside me, and watched me with an amused smile as I munched down my food.
"Wow", I said. "Do I make the best eggs ever, or what?"
"Definitely", he agreed, his voice full of laughter.
I glared suspiciously at him, but kept eating. I was absolutely starving! We ate in silence after that, but I was constantly aware of his knee pressed against mine: it was sending tingles through my body every other second. I'd have thought that all this sexual tension in my hormonal, teenage body would disappear now that we'd had sex - twice. It was definitely not supposed to increase!
The sparks made me nervous to be around him, which made me eat even faster - and as soon as I was done, I jumped from my chair and took my plate over to the sink and, my hands slightly shaking, started to it up.
He must have sensed my uneasiness somehow, because suddenly he was beside me, his arms circling me again. I had to restrain myself from leaning back into his chest with a heavy sigh as he eased the wet dished from my dripping hands.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, and I could hear the genuine worry in his voice.
"No", I said, and at that moment, it was true: the moment he had his arms around me, everything felt OK. I doubt he believed me, but he let it go.
"What do you want to do today?" he asked, letting me go after stealing a quick hug that I wanted never to end. Watch a movie? Go to the park? Or the mall? We could stay in, if you'd like", he offered.
I resumed my washing of the dishes and decided. I could have told him to go. I could have said that I wanted to be alone, or that I already had plans with Rose and Emma - but I didn't. I wanted to spend the day with him.
"How about we start with a movie?" I asked, turning to face him.
His entire face lit up as he caught on the "start" - I could see that. It made me happy that I could make him so happy just by agreeing to spend the day with him. It was... weird, because we barely knew each other, but at the same time, it was kind of flattering.
I cleared my throat and quickly averted my eyes. This was all so overwhelming.
"I-I suppose I ought to take a shower, too..." I said, hesitating just a second before I ran up to my room, leaving a confused Cain to follow at his own pace.
I grabbed a T-shirt, a pair of black jeans and some clean underwear, before I went into the bathroom. Well in there, I took a deep breath and put a hand to my forehead.
Wow. I was turning into such a nervous, stuttering, BLUSHING thirteen years old little school girl in his presence.
I undressed and went into the shower, hoping some warm water would clear my mind a little. Nope. Fifteen minutes passed and I was still just as confused. And still, what confused me the most was not that I blushed around Cain - it was that it felt so right to be around him. It was weird.
I sighed and got out from under the water, absentmindedly drying myself off with a towel. Still in la-la-land, I put on my clothes, wrapped another towel around my hair, and exited the bathroom.
Cain was sitting on my bed, obviously awaiting my return, while he was studying my bookshelf.
"How was your shower?" he asked, turning to face me as he heard the door open.
I smiled. "Amazing."
I towel-dried my hair while Cain watched (though I don't know why), and then I grabbed my black leather jacket before turning to face him with a frown on my face.
"You can't go to the movies like that", I told him, and he looked down on himself.
"No, I guess not", he laughed. "We'll have to go by my place and fetch a shirt."
I grimaced. This was going to be awkward - especially if his family were all there - I hadn't seen any of them since that Saturday morning so long ago (well, except for Danny and Tommy, but I'd never really talked to them, either).
Cain laughed again as he saw my face.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine!"
I gave him a hesitant smile and took the hand he offered, following him downstairs and out of the house. He waited patiently while I locked the front door, after searching through all of my pockets for the keys, then went inside to fetch them from where they lay on a shelf in the hallway. Then I stepped into his embrace, and we looked into each other's eyes, and once again I brushed off the thought that his glowed. But I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. Damnit - I was turning weak!
After a minute, I pulled away again, making him moan in disappointment. I smiled at him, but then frowned at I looked around for his car.
"How did you get here?" I asked him, confused. I knew he had a car - he drove it every day to school.
"I walked", he said, simply.
"Walked?" My frown deepened. Why would he want to walk for two hours in the middle of the night?
"Yeah - it only takes like, fifteen minutes."
"Oh..." I felt my cheeks turn red.
"Why?" he asked. "You'd know, right?"
"Yeah... Right. I got lost", I admitted sheepishly, and he laughed that easy, careless laugh that I'd come to like so much. That which was one of the reasons as to why it was so easy to be with him.
"So we walk?" I asked, and he smiled, nodding.
"We walk."