Fated to be together or not [COMPLETED]

The Kiss

Nicolle:

I saw Alex lying outside the bedroom in Seattle. He couldn't open his eyes and I called Alan. He helped Alex and in the library I saw him.

He had so many cuts on his body. His left shoulder was bleeding heavily and Alan told me he needed stitches again. There were deep cuts on his chest. Alan couldn't put Alex on his back because the moment he tried, Alex let out a muffled grunt indicating how much pain he was in.

He helped him lie on his chest which earned another grunt, but it was less than previous. There were gashes on his back, much more than his chest. There were other scars. Years of torture clear as glass.

I can hear his grunts over the microphone. He is trying hard to control his pain. He pressed his lips hard so no one could hear his screams, but this was too much even for him. I saw some tears in Alan's eyes as well.

Sound of the whips echoing in my ears and then his pain. His scream as he said Mom and she instructed for more whips.

"Alex." I screamed.

I was looking in the room, unable to breath properly and then Alex hugged me tightly.

“Nicolle, Hey. Calm down. There is no one here other than me, Mrs. and Mr. Jones. No one else. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you." The moment he said this, I felt a wave of relief. We are not in Seattle. But he had blood on his chest. His wounds were bleeding and he was hugging me. He must be feeling so much pain. I pulled back quickly.

He explained to me why he was beating that man and I think I fell in love with him more. He assured me this was not his blood. I don't believe him. I will do a DNA test on this blood once we are in CA. Then he made me laugh but later told me not to do this again. I guess he should stop getting himself involved in situations like this. He asked me if I don't trust him.

"I trust you Alex and I am not worried about myself. I was worried about you. When I saw blood on your shirt, I thought" I stopped. I was about to say I thought your wounds started to bleed. So I changed the line.

"Nothing, I just thought the man had a knife or something and you are hurt. That's it."

And then he started to share about how trained he is. He was telling me about his karate and god knows what. I wasn't even listening. I was looking at him and smiling. That’s when I noticed he stopped talking and was leaning in. I closed my eyes and waited for him to close the gap. He waited brushing his lips and I was afraid he would pull himself back like he did on our wedding day. But this is different. I hope he can see the difference. I was waiting and suddenly he kissed me.

This is my first kiss when he is awake and it already feels like heaven. He was kissing me softly as if I was the most fragile thing in the world. How can he be so strong and soft at the same time? He can punch a man to break his jaw, and then here he is. Kissing me like I am a flower.

He cupped my face and my hands started to play with his hairs. They are so soft. I have touched his hairs when he was asleep, so I know how they feel, but right now I can touch them anyway and I am pulling him towards me. His tongue tracing my lower lip so I parted my lips.

This is so much better than anything I ever felt. He was kissing me passionately and I could feel he was excited. He was deepening the kiss and I was melting in his embrace.

He slowly started exploring my mouth and I could taste beer. He moved towards my jaw and started kissing my neck. He was going slowly like he was trying to remember every part of my body. I turned my face to the back and he kissed my neck passionately.

I touched his chest and he was breathing heavily. His heart was beating so loud, I could feel its vibrations. And his tight body was not helping. I wanted to feel those muscles. So I started to pull his t-shirt and he stood immediately.

He turned his back towards me. I could feel his chest rise and fall . What happened? Does he think I am not good enough for him? Maybe he thinks that I am not a virgin and he is. I tried hard but couldn't stop my tears. He rejected me.

He rubbed the back of his neck and without looking at me, pulled a blanket and left the room. He didn't even try to console me. I lay down on the bed and don't know for how long I cried when I heard a knock on the door.

Alex came back. I wiped my tears and with a smile opened the door. It wasn't Alex. It was Mrs. Jones. I hugged her and started crying.

Alex:

I don't know what I would say to them, but I can't sleep in that room tonight. So I knocked on Mr. Jones' room. He opened and was looking at me with a smile. I didn't understand but when he heard Mrs. Jones was coming, he signaled me to clean my lips. F**k. I wiped my lips, they must have some lipstick on them. After all, I was kissing Nicolle so badly.

"What happened son?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"Can you please sleep with Nicolle tonight. I have an urgent meeting with a client in Asia, and I need to attend the call. I don't want to disturb Nicolle. She should get her sleep." I can't tell her what actually happened.

They both looked at each other and she nodded and started walking towards my room.

I went towards the parking lot. I think I will have to sleep in my car today. I slid the car seat and covered myself with a blanket. It is cold at night but I am unable to sleep.

The sensation of my first kiss is making it difficult for me to sleep. I was trying hard to calm myself but it looks like my body decided another way.  I was anything but normal.

It was easier for me to distract myself before this kiss. I was never into girls. Not that I am a gay, but I didn't have time. Every now and then or maybe once a month, I used to release myself. I hardly watched any movies but when it felt like my body was asking for it, I used to go to the bathroom and give myself a good stroke. Two or three loads used to release the tension built up in me. 

But now, now I can't think of anything other than my lips on her. Her hands in my hair, pulling me towards her. Her hands on my chest. Her lips parting and her warm breath. Her lip gloss, her smell. Everything was intoxicating me. The more I was trying to distract myself, the more I was getting hard.

I wanted to rush to my room and kiss her again. I had the urge to bite those lips and let her dig her nails into my skin. But I know better, I can't do that. Only I know how I controlled myself and with the help of some meditation or meditation songs, I don't know, I was able to calm myself. I can't release myself here in the car. She will be travelling tomorrow and I don't want to make it awkward than it already was.