CHAPTER 18

It feels good to inside of the Gomez residence with the residents actually knowing I'm here rather than sneaking around like a thief.

We go upstairs to his room and I do what I have been dying to do ever since I first snuck in his room, lying on his bed.

"I was serious about studying Heaven." Sky says. "Get off my bed."

I shake my head. "Make me." I start to giggle when he leans down to drag me off his bed. "That tickles." I laugh harder.

"Come on." He attempt to lift me off the bed but I hook my hands around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. "Heaven." He's panting now.

"Sky." I say and he immediately presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back.

The kiss us almost aggressive but I like it. He growls when I pull his hair and instantly deepens the kiss. His hand is in my hair, holding me firmly whilest the other one is gripping the back of my knee, sliding upward my thigh.

His hands feel amazing against my skin and I don't want him to stop. I moan into his mouth when his hand touched me there. The feeling is as addictive as it is unfamiliar.

"Sky." My voice is begging, probably for him not to stop the movement of his hand on the most sensitive part of my body.

"Please." He starts to kiss my neck and I feel unfamiliar waves of excitement run through my body.

So this is what it feels like to make out with a boy, I want to do it all the time.

"That was incredible." Now I'm the one panting. Sky is breathing hard with his forehead pressed against my own but he isn't saying anything. "Did you like touching me?" I feel the need to ask even though I can hear his thoughts loud and clear. He did, a lot.

"Um yes, it's just...." He doesn't finish his sentence and I instantly know why he's acting so weird, or rather I feel it.

I can feel him pressed against me. I don't know what to do. Should I reach down and touch him like he did me or do I wait for him to tell me what to do? From what I'm feeling it must be painful.

"Ohhh." I say and look away. I'm embarrassed and I don't know how else to handle it.

"Don't worry about it." He says and lifts himself off of me.

I frown at him. I liked having him pressed against me, it was just so intimate and I crave intimacy with him.

"Where are you going?" I ask as I sit up, still reeling from our encounter.

"The shower." He disappears into his bathroom. I want to follow him but the fact that he closed the door probably means he wants privacy.

It stings a little that he wants to be alone but I take comfort in the fact that we were so close a moment ago and he gave me my first orgasm, first of many I hope.

I immediately giggle at my wayward thoughts, what is wrong with me?

It's been eighty two seconds and Sky is still taking a shower, not that I'm counting or anything. I just miss being close to him.

I move from the bed so I can join Sky in the shower. I don't know how to entertain myself whilst I'm waiting for him. I start to look around his room, noting that I never really looked around before.

I have never been in a boy's room before but in my mind I have always pictured them with posters of rock bands on the wall or boxers and clothes strewn all over the place, making a mess.

But Sky's room is the complete opposite well opposite because he's uniform is messily discarded on the floor.

There are few posters of sports, soccer I think. I also see a picture of him and Ella on his dressing table, they must have been between the age of ten and thirteen at the time.

Ella is grinning like an idiot whilst Sky is just looking at the camera showing no emotion.

I really like the picture and I'm tempted to steak it like I did the hoodie but I decide against it. It probably means a lot to him since it's the only picture in the room.

I want to keep looking around the room but I get a glimpse of my face on the mirror and I'm immediately distracted. My face is glowing and my hair is messy. My shirt is partially unbuttoned, no doubt it's the work of Sky's earlier misdemeanors.

I smile as I remember how he made me feel. I start to button up my shirt and when the task is done I look back on the mirror and what I see completely startles me.

I think I'm seeing things because I no longer see myself in the reflection of the mirror, well I do but it's not really me.

There's a girl who's staring back at me, she looks identical to me except she's not blonde but rather she has red firery hair.

It's me but at the same time it's not. I'm starring back at that girl, the one in my dream, the one James called Aurora.

I look at my hair and run my fingers through it in panic. "No no no. This isn't happening! This isn't real!"

If this is a dream, I want to wake up. "This isn't my hair, this isn't me!" I keep on telling myself as I pull at the hair. "I'm not crazy, I'm not seeing things!" But I look back at my reflection again and I still see her, she's there, like she's inside of me. "No!" I shout before grabbing the picture frame and tossing it into the mirror.