| Chapter Seven |
| "...I was lying to myself, now I'm dying in this hell..." A few weeks passed, the only thing Shaye and me said to each other was, "Go to hell," or "Kiss my royal American ass," I went to the store and picked up some stuff, heading home to nothing but a pissed off roommate and two four year olds. I sighed and walked in to a quiet, peaceful house. I walked to the kitchen, thinking the kids were asleep, being as quiet as I possibly could be. After the groceries were put up, I turned to walk to my room, "Oh shit," I said in surprise, turning to face Shaye. "How ya doin'," I brushed passed her and walked upstairs to my room, not hearing Shaye coming behind me. I sighed and plopped on my bed, to study for my finals that next week. I leaned against the headboard, opening all the books I needed, my text book, dictionary, paper, pen and laptop. I sat there for a few hours, I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the light in the room, I yawned and stretched, I looked up, "Hey," I smiled, up at Shaye, who was walking in the room in one of my oversized shirts, I didn't care, she looked better in them, than I did. "Hi," She smiled, sitting next to me on the bed, all the foul words we always said to each other were forgotten, I was lying to myself, I didn't hate her, I just despised the way she acted sometimes. "How's the paper coming?" "Oh, I got one done, now I have three more, and I can rest," I laughed. "I bet your glad, huh?" "Yeah, I am, the kids still sleepin'?" "The kids aren't here...Justin," "What? Where are they?" "Your Mom's, she came and got them earlier," "Oh, I was wondering why it was so quiet," I smiled, grabbing my text book, flipping through pages, "Justin," She grabbed my textbook and closed it, "Shaye I gotta get this done," "Later," She said, looking in my eyes, straddling me, kissing me softly, I couldn't stand it, I HAD to have her, screw the promise I made myself! I deepened the kiss, cupping her face, wrestling her tongue with my own. She ran her hands up my chest, lifting my arms over my head, pulling my tank top off, tossing it aside. I ran my hands up her thighs, no underwear, I was already turned on enough! I felt my manhood harden as my hand touched her wet insides. I pulled the oversized shirt over head and tossed it aside with my own, she kissed my throat, her hands running down my stomach, to my belt, unbuckling it and releasing my throbbing erection, she placed herself over me, and slid me inside her, her walls tightened around me, as she began rocking against me, I kissed her throat down her chest, my hands firmly on her shoulder blades. Her head threw back as she rolled her hips against me, I laid her on her back, pumping at her, her legs around my waist. She moaned my name as she and I melted together. After I caught my breath, I sat back against the headboard, starring at her, I buttoned my jeans and watched her pull the oversized shirt back on, "I'm gonna get something to drink, want something?" She smiled, sitting up, "Yeah, please," I smiled, she kissed me and walked downstairs, I grabbed my books and got back to work. It's been a year, I finished collage and got a terrific job, after a few months, I got her the engagement ring I had my eye on, she of course, said yes, and now, I sit in the hospital room, looking at her, holding my son, Jonathan Randall Timberlake. The End! (Title and Lyric credit to BSB's "CRAWLING BACK TO YOU) |