16: Sleepover (Part 2)
Scarlet's POV
His eyes glittered in the dark bedroom, the mischievousness making my heart thump harder than before. Undress him? All I wanted to do was make him change! Nathan looked at me, a small but noticeable smirk played on his lips. How can someone joke when they had just been in the bathroom throwing up their guts under an hour ago?
He knew what I was feeling right now, he could tell. He didn't need to hear my thoughts to see how I felt about what he said. But even if he does know, I'm not budging.
Game on, Adams.
I copied the smirk he had on his lips, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He was surprised for second, no doubt, but I could tell there were questions rushing through his head.
Is she really going to do this?
Is this a test?
How should I play this?
I wanted to laugh, I really did. Those questions went around like a merry-go-round in his head, but I think he forgot that I could hear his thoughts. But I am testing him. Not only him but myself. How far will I go with this?
When I finally agreed to myself that it was useless to think about it, I went on with my plan and slowly raised his shirt. There was nothing that I haven't seen. Nathan, being the weak boy he was, surprisingly had a six-pack. I mean, I wasn't really surprised, but I couldn't help but think about how weak he was when we arm wrestled.
I wonder if he's stronger than me now...
Slowly I raised the shirt higher, and higher... I pulled his arms out and in no time he was shirtless. I playfully touched his torso lightly as I got the wet cloth from the sheets, and he was burning under my touch. I wiped his chest and he hisses as the coldness made contact with his skin.
The cloth was warm after a few seconds since Nathan was so warm. Everything was normal really, nothing weird now. In fact, I felt really comfortable doing this. But then, I saw these marks on Nathan's skin, right above the heart. The scars were a bit lighter than his normal skin tone, and they were a little dented, if you get what I mean.
I ran my fingers over the four scars, trying to figure out what it was. Soon it dawned on me that I should know these marks. The scars were claw marks--wolf claw marks.
My heart really stopped.
Nathan's POV
Scarlet was frowning.
Her eyes were staring intently at an area of my chest, and it made me wonder what she was looking at. Those eyes moved up to mine, and I could tell there was water in her eyes. What was she thinking about now?
Scarlet's tiny hand lets go of the cold cloth she had held and used that hand to touch the mid-left of my chest. I should've known she was looking at the scars.
"What happened?" she asks in a whisper. "Did... did my dad do this, Nathan?"
I shook my head and held her hands in mine. "He jumped on me pretty hard, yes. I couldn't believe he got through my thick coat... but anyways, it's fine, Scarlet. Stop crying. That was a long time ago," I said, wiping away her little trail of tears.
"I know, Nathan. I know it was a long time ago. But I can't help... I can't help but think about the pain at such a young age. At seven, you should be able to live carefree, live like an actual kid. But you, you lived like everything around you was hazardous, poison, evil. You can't trust anyone, because you think they'll leave. You can't be around grey-eyed people because you think they'll hurt you. They remind you of all the things that happened after you were attacked. It isn't fair for you, Nathan..." she cried.
I grabbed her hands and used them to cup my face, making her look at me. "Stop crying," I said with a sad smile. "C'mon.. stop crying. You've cried too many times for me." Scarlet was crying even harder after I said that... Soon I gave her a pout, and that was when the corner of her lips move up. "C'mon, Scarly.. You know you want to smile," I said in a baby voice. "You gotta finish cleaning me up, remember? There's still my pants you have to take off," I joked.
Scarlet chuckled and took one of her hands out of mine to playfully slap me on my chest, but being her, her "playful" slap hurts like hell. "Ass," she said, wiping her last tears.
"Yes, my ass is very good to look at," I replied, grinning. "Wanna look?"
She slapped me again. "Maybe later," Scarlet said, making my heart skip a beat. She looked like she was dead serious too. Well, that is, until she was laughing at my shocked face. "Kidding, idiot. I'm not doing anything with you until it's legal."
"When's your birthday?" I questioned.
"It's in late February, Nathan. It's December now. That's all you have to know." She smiled as if she had won.
But that sad thing is, she won more than she thought she did. "Damn," I curse. "My birthday is in March!" Waving my arms in the air in exasperation, I plop back down onto the pillows. Seriously, three months is a long wait.
Scarlet moves over to the other side of the bed, leaning against the wall. Her finger begins to poke the side of my cheek. Repeatedly. It got annoying after three pokes. "Look on the bright side," she said.
"Oh yeah? And what would the bright side be?" I asked in an annoyed tone.
"I don't have to think of a birthday present for you," Scarlet says seductively. She slides down onto the sheets and kisses me softly on the lips. But the great thing was, she didn't pull away. Her lips move in sync with mine, slow and sickly sweet.
I wrap my arm around her slim waist, leaving no room between us. I could feel her tiny fingers running through my hair, though I had spent nearly ten minutes in the bathroom trying to fix it. Oh well, sex-hair is better than vomit-hair. You can't disagree with that.
After a while, one of her hands move down to my chest, slightly pushing me away but somehow bringing us closer. I felt her smile against my lips, which she had bitten. A groan escapes me as I felt her nails digging the skin between my neck and shoulder. My hands move under her shirt, and I swear I felt her shiver. And then a moan erupts from her as I run my tongue across her bottom lip. I didn't know how much I loved the sound until she did it again. It was probably music to my ears.
Finally breaking the tiring kiss, my lips move to her neck instead. I couldn't help but take a whiff of her hair though, it smells so much like... home. And to be honest, I think she was doing the same to me.
"I love you, Scarlet," I sigh, hugging her closer to me, if it was even possible.
Her lips move to my cheek. "I love you more."
"I doubt that. You hated me when you first met me," I argue.
"It was probably your freaking Axe smell," she replied, making me chuckle.
"You love it."
"Said no one ever."
"You miss it right now, I can tell," I mumble.
"No... I love your smell right now. Your natural smell. It smells like..." Scarlet struggles to find the word.
"Home," I said, completing her thought, and she hums, agreeing.
There was about five minutes of complete, thoughtful silence. But I wasn't thinking of anything, worrying about anything. It was just the comfortable quietness, taking me in. I felt like I can live now, I can live carefree. My mind was blank as ever, which was a first. There was no need to think.
All I needed to know was that Scarlet's heart was beating next to mine, slowly meeting my pace. We were already one, even if I don't have a part of her in me. And it was one of the greatest feelings in the world.
"Hey, Scarlet," I called, hoping she was still awake. Luckily, she was still awake enough to hum. "You know I'd die for you, right?"
"As much as I love to hear that, I would die if you die, Nathan," she replies sleepily.
"Oh." Great response, Nathan. "Well, just know that I'd do anything for you."
Scarlet didn't reply for a while, and I assumed she was asleep. But then she said three words that made me smile.
"Freaking cheesy Romeo..."
Scarlet's POV
I woke up to the sunlight outside shining on my face, making me warm and not to mention blind. Nathan's arm had been a wonderful pillow, but now i was sweating like a big because of all the heat I was getting. I mean, I know I'm hot and all, but this is getting too literal... (haha...)
My eyelids were still too tired to open themselves, so I turned away from the light and faced Nathan. What I didn't notice was his "little buddy" poking my thigh. I nearly froze, and I think Nathan was awake since he noticed I almost did too.
"That isn't my fault," he groaned sleepily, and I swear it sounded really sexy... "I had a really nice dream..." he said, bringing me closer, and I didn't really mind after that.
"Was I in your dream, Nathan?" Grandma asked.
Wait. Grandma?!
Soon I was laughing my butt off because Nathan fell off the bed looking at Grandma, who was looking at us with a mysterious gleam in her eyes.
A/N: I'm not really happy with this chapter for some reason :/ *sighs* I know that you guys completed the challenge like three days ago, but seriously, I had homework on the first day of school. I lost so much sleep this week, I'm not even in the mood to be kidding. I'll probably be able to update only once a week now..
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