Spookychild’s writings

He looked at her searchingly. “You don’t remember any of the night?”
She shook her head. But Adara was distracted; he was talking again. He was so sweet. And he smelled so good. Had Dean used more cologne? And his voice, Adara could listen to him speak forever. She forgot her distress as she realized she was in love. She sighed.
Dean mistook her sigh for one of sadness. “I promise, Adara. I’ll help you remember, okay?” She was gazing at him. It made him uncomfortable somehow. He tried to change the subject.
“Look, here are the pills. I want you to take two.” He held the bottle with one hand and shook two out. Dean tried to hand them to her. Looking at her face, he realized she had her mouth open like a child. He hesitated but finally put them in her mouth.
Her lips were soft and warm. Adara partially closed them around his fingers, startling him. He looked at her face. Adara gazed back at him strangely as if she had a fever. He removed his hand from her mouth and felt her throat. Her temperature seemed normal. Dean experienced another shock as he held his fingers to her throat. She reached her hand up to his, running her fingers down his wrist and his arm, slowly watching his face.
Something in his gut told him what was wrong with her. His whole body felt a jolt. He wanted it too but was this the right time? He tried to pull his hand away. But Adara grabbed his wrist. He removed his left hand that held the ice from her head and twisted it to see the time on his watch. It was twenty-two minutes to midnight. Dean thought a second, trying to ignore the throbbing he felt. But he felt both her hands on his; she pulled them slowly towards her body and the dress. Dean dropped the ice and gave into her lead.

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