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Is that bad?
Mitchie woke up confused. She was feeling cold and warm at the same time. Finally, she looked up and smiled seeing Shane's sleeping face. His arms were tightly wounded around her body, her head resting on his chest. Memories of last night came flooding back to her.
Shane and Mitchie had gone to sleep peacefully that night. They had woken up a few hours later and made love again. Then they just lay there in silence, loving the feeling of each other around them.
Mitchie looked back up at him. He looked so cute, sleeping with a small smile on his lips. This was the most at peace Mitchie had even seen him. She snuggled closer into his chest. She felt him lightly stroke her sides, telling her that he was awake. Mitchie kept her eyes closed.
Shane nuzzled her neck. Mitchie had to bite her lips to keep from giggling. Shane finally opened his eyes and peered down at her. He rolled his eyes, knowing she was awake. He bent down and places a few kisses on her face. She wrinkled her nose but didn't open her eyes. Shane continued leaving kisses all over her face.
Finally, Mitchie giggled. "Shane! Stop, it tickles."
When he didn't stop, she sighed and opened her eyes. Her breath was taken away by the sight of Shane smirking down at her.
"Good morning beautiful," he said, kissing her lips.
Mitchie groaned and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?"
"About ten," Shane said, glancing at the clock behind him.
"Ugh, it's too early." She buried her face in his chest.
Shane chuckled, rubbing her bare back. Mitchie blushed when she realized they were both still naked. But Shane didn't seem to mind. After a while, he said, "We should get up soon."
"I don't wanna," Mitchie said. "I wanna stay here with you."
Shane smiled at the way she said 'with you'. "Me too. I wish we could stay like this forever. But aren't you hungry?" Mitchie sighed and nodded.
Shane pulled her closer. He kissed her neck, biting it a little. Mitchie moaned and rubbed her leg against his. Shane gently pulled back from her and got out of bed before he could get any ideas.
Mitchie frowned. "Where are you going?
"I'm just gonna take a shower before making breakfast. I suggest you do that same."
Mitchie groaned and buried her face in the pillows. Chuckling, Shane pulled his clothes on and got new ones out. He bent down and kissed Mitchie's head before walking into the bathroom.
Mitchie stayed like that for a while, already missing the feeling of Shane next to her. She snuggled into the pillow he was using; it smelled like him.
Mitchie sighed, knowing that she would have to get up. She wanted to be able to help Shane with breakfast. She winced when she sat up too quickly. She waited for her head to stop spinning before getting off the bed. She was a bit sore, but she could walk just fine. She sighed as she looked for fresh clothes in her room. She had nothing decent, so the best she could do was some very tiny shorts and a large T-shirt.
She walked into the bathroom and peeled off her clothes. Looking into the mirror, she shook her head. She hadn't realized how many bite marks Shane had left all over her chest and neck. There were also a few on her stomach and legs.
Mitchie stepped into the shower. She sighed in content as the hot water ran down her body. She made sure to scrub every inch of her body thoroughly.
After shampooing and rinsing her hair, she stepped out and pulled her clothes on. She combed through her tangled hair and looked in the mirror. There was still a few bruises visible on her arms and legs, and they weren't just from last night. But there was nothing she could do about them now.
Mitchie thought about asking Shane if he could get her some more clothes. Clothes that didn't make her look like a total slut. She had wanted to ask him earlier, but was too afraid to. Now that things were different between them, she might have the guts to.
Things were different between them.
She didn't know how different. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised if Shane started acting like his old self after a few days. But he had seemed so genuine last night. He had even told her to leave. He would just let her go like that, even though his family is in terrible danger. Just because he knew how much he was hurting her.
I guess he really does love me. Mitchie couldn't help the goofy grin that was on her face.
Mitchie went downstairs and into the kitchen where Shane had already started to make breakfast. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, startling him a little.
"Mm, that smells good," she said. "What are you making."
"Chocolate chip pancakes," he replied, smiling down at her.
"Yum! Can I help?"
"Sure. I already have a few done. Why don't you decorate them. There's some whipped cream in the fridge. How many pancakes do you want?"
"Just one is fine," she said going over to the fridge. She got the whipped cream out and spotted the greatest thing in the world. Chocolate covered strawberries. "Hey, can we use chocolate strawberries also?"
"Go for it."
Shane chuckled at her enthusiasm. Mitchie took the plain pancakes that Shane had made and got to work on them. She took the whipped cream and made a smiley face with it, using a chocolate strawberry as the nose. She topped it off my sprinkling chocolate chips on it.
Shane looked over and laughed. "Perfect."
(I've done this before. It tastes REALLY GOOD!)
Mitchie grinned and decorated another one for Shane. When she was done, she tilted her head back and sprayed some whipped cream in her mouth.
Shane shook his head. "You remind me of my little brother, Frankie. He would always do that whenever we were doing something with whipped cream. He probably learned that from me. . ."
Mitchie laughed. "How old is your brother?"
Shane smiled. "He'd like you. You two have a lot in common."
Before Mitchie could ask what he meant by that, Shane had grabbed the whipped cream out of her hand and sprayed it in his mouth. "Hey!" Mitchie pouted. "I wasn't done with that."
"Too bad." He sprayed some more in his mouth. He then aimed the bottle at Mitchie and squirted the cream out on her face. (that's what she said?)
"You asshole!" Mitchie laughed as she wiped the whipped cream from her face, then licked it off.
Shane smirked when he saw a spot of cream on the corner of her lips. "You missed a spot."
"Where - "
Mitchie gasped when Shane covered her mouth with his. She closed her eyes and pulled him closer. Shane snaked her tongue out and licked the cream from her mouth. Shane gripped her hips as her hands ran through his hair.
Shane pushed her against the counter, so she was half laying down on it. His hands went under her shirt and traveled upwards.
Mitchie pulled away from him slightly. "Nope, not over our food."
Shane pouted. "Fine."
Mitchie grinned and kissed his nose. They moved their food over to the table and dug in. "Ugh, these are the best pancakes I have ever had. What did you do to them?"
"Well I didn't really do anything. You're the one that decorated them." He smiles.
"No but really, you cooked them just right." She scraped off some of the whipped cream. "See? You even got the color right. If it were up to me, I would have probably burned the house down. Cooking is more of my mom's thing."
Mitchie smiled, remembering all the delicious food her mother would make her. After she fell into depression, Mitchie had to do most of the things around the house. Cooking was her least favorite.
"I've always been fond of cooking," Shane said. "I've cooked for my family a few times. I had to go off on my own a about a year and a half ago, so I had to cook for myself."
"Well, it really pays off." Mitchie took another big bite of her pancakes. She let out a big burp.
Shane shook his head. "Exactly like my brother."
Mitchie giggled and picked up the left over chocolate chips, popping them into her mouth.
Shane frowned. "Are you sure you don't want another one? You didn't eat much last night either."
Mitchie shook her head. "It's fine. I'm pretty full. One pancake is enough for me."
Shane nodded while eating his third pancake. Mitchie bit into another chocolate strawberry. She waited for Shane to finish before taking the dishes over to the sink to wash them. But before she could, Shane snaked his arms around her waist.
"Leave it for now," he said, prying her hands away from the dirty dishes. Without saying a word, Mitchie followed Shane as he took her hand and led her to the living room. He laid down on the couch, bringing her down with him. He tightly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
Mitchie didn't know what she was expecting. She thought that Shane was going to start pulling off her clothes. She was very surprised when he did nothing like that.
He gently rubbed arms and back, looking like he was lost in thought. His touch was gentle and soothing. She loved it.
"Shane?" Mitchie said, looking up at him.
"What's going to happen now? With. . . Everything."
Shane sighed. "I really don't know Mitch," he said softly, running a hand through her hair. "Everything happened so fast. I really don't want to think about anything else. I just want want to think about you."
"Oh." Mitchie blushed a little. She bit her lips. She really didn't want to ask this next question. But she had to know. "Are you going to take me back?"
Shane didn't say anything for a while. He was fairly still, except for the hand that was running through her hair. Mitchie took that as a bad sign. She was about to pull away from him when he spoke.
"No," he said. "I'm going to get in so much trouble for this. But I can't do this to you anymore. Seeing you hurt that much kills me." He looked right into her eyes. "I love you to much."
Mitchie looked at him, shocked. She knew that his feelings for her were genuine, but she had expected him to take her back to the facility.
"What about your family?" she asked.
Shane shrugged sadly. "I don't know. I just can't do this to you anymore." He nuzzled her neck.
"Shane. . ." She laid a hand on his cheek. "You know you don't have to do this. You - "
"Yes, I do."
"But Shane. This is your family."
"I know it is. But I just don't know what to do right now. Everything is so confusing. All I know is that I don't want to hurt you anymore."
Mitchie took her hand and squeezed it. "I know you won't hurt me." She kissed his knuckles.
Shane pressed his lips to hers. "I love you Mitchie."
"I know." She sighed. "And I love you too." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Can we just stay like this all day? I don't feel like getting up."
Shane smiled. "I would like that."
So they just stayed there like that for God knows how long. Neither wanted to leave the other's arms. Mitchie played with his hair, bringing his face to hers. When they broke apart, Shane buried his face in her hair.
"Can you sing for me?" Shane randomly asked.
He smiled sheepishly. "I heard you singing one day. I would really like to hear you again."
"I don't know." She looked down. "I don't sing in front of other people."
"Why? You're amazing."
Mitchie shrugged. "I have a question," she said, trying to change the subject.
"When I saw playing on your guitar, you got pretty mad. I know I shouldn't have been going through your stuff, but it seemed like you overreacted. Does that guitar have sentimental value to you?"
Shane's face turned sad. "Yeah. It was my first guitar. My parents gave it to me for my birthday. It just have a lot of meaning to me."
"I'm sorry," Mitchie said. "I didn't know."
Shane smiled. "I know you didn't. It's alright. But I would really love to hear you sing again." He nudged her.
Mitchie smirked. "Maybe." Shane pouted. Mitchie giggled, but turned serious. "Shane? What if Sir finds out about. . . Us? What's he gonna do?"
Shane sighed. "I don't know. He's already suspicious of us. If he finds out. . . He'll probably do something to hurt my family. He won't kill them just yet, but he'll hurt them."
Mitchie felt terrible. He was saying this like it was no big deal, but she should see how much this really hurt him. She knew she shouldn't blame herself, but she couldn't help feeling that this was her fault. Whatever Sir wanted to do with her, Shane's family had to pay.
"Don't you have any lead on them?" she asked. "Sir couldn't be keeping them that far."
Shane shrugged. "I looked everywhere I could. He has them hidden pretty good. I even checked the whole facility. The only room I haven't checked is Sir's. But I've been in it plenty of times. There's no secret doors or anything."
"Maybe there is. Maybe you just didn't look hard enough." Shane didn't say anything. He wouldn't look at her. Mitchie squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. "We'll find them, Shane. I promise. I'll do whatever I can to help you, and I won't rest until they're safe and you're happy."
Shane tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer. "Thank you," he said against her hair. "For trying to make me feel better."
Mitchie sighed, running her hands through his hair. "I just wish it worked."
Shane smiled. "It did. My family may not be safe right now, but I'm happy. Is that a bad thing?"
"I don't know. I mean, I'm really scared for my mom and all. I haven't seen her in six months. I don't even know if she's still alive. She told me she'll try to stay strong for me, but I don't know how much that is. My mother is suffering, and it's all my fault. Yet, I'm perfectly content right now. Is that bad?"
Shane shook his head. "I don't know."
Mitchie gave out a short laugh. "And you know what? I'm actually glad I did that. I'm glad I disobeyed her and went to Nate's party. I'm glad because if I didn't, I probably would not have met you. You hurt me so much. But I don't regret any of that. I'm glad that I'm with you right now. I love you, I love being in your arms." By this point, tears were falling out of her eyes.
"Last night was the best night of my life. I was loving every second of it, while my mom was using every ounce of her willpower to keep from killing her self. Do you know how messed up that is? I'm here, safe and sound in your arms while my mom. . ." She couldn't even finish the sentence. She buried her face in her hands let her dam break loose.
Shane held her tightly against him while she cried. He rubbed her back and murmured soothing words into her ear.
Mitchie pulled back from him a little and wiped her tears away, though more still fell. "God, I'm such a terrible person!"
"No, you're not. Mitchie, look at me." He pulled her hands away from her face. He wiped her tears away and kissed her forehead, rubbing circled on her cheek with his thumbs. He hugged her again, her head resting on his chest. "You're not a terrible person, Mitchie. You are far from that. You stood up to me when I was hurting you, even though you knew you were going to get into more trouble for it. You admit what you did to your mother was wrong. And you regret it now. You are not a terrible person. You're the most amazing girl I have ever met. You're independent, you're stubborn, you're strong, you're annoying, you're brave, you can be a brat sometimes, but all those things make me love you even more. It's why I fell for you. You have a fire in your eyes that I have never seen before in any girl. It's so sexy and it makes me be even more in awe of you."
"Do you really mean all that?" Mitchie asked, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Of course I do, Mitchie. I. . ." He sighed and shook his head. "You have no idea what you do to me, Mitchie." He ran a hand up her leg and cupped her thigh, sending a shiver down her spine. "When you wear things like this. . ." He gribbed her hips, some of his finger sliding inside the waistband of her shorts. "You look like you're not wearing pants. It's so sexy." He bit down on her neck, making her whimper for more. "The only reason I haven't ripped off your clothes yet is that I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't want you to think that last night was nothing, because it was everything to me." One hand traveled further up her leg.
"You can rip my clothes off whenever you like," Mitchie whispered.
Shane laughed. It was the best sound she had ever heard. "You know I'd love to do it." His hands were under her shirt as he devoured her mouth.
Mitchie wrapped her legs around his waist. She deepened the kiss but abruptly pulled away, standing up from the couch. She giggled and turned away from him.
"That was just pure evil Mitch," he said, getting up as well.
Mitchie laughed and went towards the stairs. "I'm tired." She went to her room, Shane following closely behind. When they got there, Shane gently hugged her from behind. Mitchie leaned against him and he kissed her shoulder.
"Mitchie. . ." He turned her around so she was facing him. "I hope you know that what I said was true. What happened to your mother is not your fault. So don't freak out over it. Why don't we just blame all this on Sir and save ourselves the trouble."
Mitchie cracked a small smile at that. She rested her head on his shoulder, loving the feeling of his arms around her. "Shane?" she asked timidly. "Do you think I can call my mom again?"
"Of course. You don't have to be afraid to ask me Mitch. Whatever makes you feel more secure, I'll do it." He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Mitchie nodded, a wave of relief flooding over her. "Wait here."
Shane went to his room to get something and was back within a few seconds. "Here." He handed the object to her.
"My phone!" she exclaimed. "I thought you destroyed it or something."
He smiled sheepishly. "That's what I told Sir. I told him that so he wouldn't put a tracker on it. It should be safe. Now you can call your mom whenever you like."
Mitchie suddenly threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much."
He just held her tightly. When he pulled back, he said, "Do you want me to leave?"
Mitchie shook her head. "No. I want you here. I might not be strong enough to do this."
Shane nodded and sat down on the bed, bringing her onto his lap. Mitchie took a deep breath before dialing her mother's number. As the phone rang, Shane gently caressed her stomach. Mitchie was scared as hell, but having him hold her eased her a little.
It seemed like hours before her mom answered. "Hello?" came her raspy voice. She sounded tired, like she just woke up from a restless sleep.
"Mom, it's me."
"Mitchie!" Her voice was suddenly alive and alert. "Oh thank goodness. I thought I would never hear from you again. How are you doing."
Mitchie felt tears well up in her eyes, but she held them back. "I'm fine mom. I have my phone back so I'll be able to call you more frequently."
"But what about the boy that kidnapped you? Won't he find out about this?"
"No, mom. He's actually the one that let me call you."
"Really?" Mitchie could just see her mother frowning.
"Yeah, he's the one that let me call you the first time also. He's been great to me." She smiled a little.
"Well, then he better be taking good care of you. If I find out some monster hurt my baby. . ."
Mitchie actually laughed at this. Connie was starting to be like her old self again. "I'm fine mom. What about you? How have you been holding up?"
Her mother turned serious again. She sighed. "I'm trying Mitch. I really am. I just want to see you again."
Mitchie felt a pang of guilt. "You will mom. I promise. Sooner than you think."
They were both silent for a while. Then Connie said, "I have to go. I hired a therapist to help me with all this. She'll be here in a few minutes."
"That's great mom! I'm really glad you're getting help. I promise, I'll see you soon. I love you mommy."
"I love you too baby." And the line went dead.
Mitchie dropped her phone and sighed. She turned sideways in Shane's arms and rested her head on his chest. He didn't say anything. He just held her and rubbed her back.
Finally, Mitchie looked up at him. "Thank you for letting me do this. It really means a lot."
He smiled and kissed her head. "I'll do anything for you."
Mitchie looked down. "I just wish that what I said to her was true. That I'm really not hurt and that I'll see her soon."
"Mitchie." Shane pulled her away from him and laid his hands on her shoulder. "I told you before that you can leave and go back to your mom. Yet you stayed. I want you to know that my offer still stands. Go back to your mom. Sir will find out and he'll track you down, so flee the country if you have to. Don't hurt yourself anymore. If being with your mom will make you happy, then I'm will to let you go." He took her hands and squeezed them.
Mitchie considered this. The offer was really tempting. She would be with her mom again. They could grow back together and be a happy family like they were a long time ago.
But they would have to flee the country. Her mother wasn't in a stable condition to travel. And going to a different country meant being further away from Shane.
She shook her head. "No. As much as I would love to see my mom again, I can't leave you."
"Mitchie - "
"No!" She grabbed his face in her hands. "I need you Shane. I don't think I'll ever be happy if you're not in my life. And I promised you I will help you find your family. I'm not going back on that." He tried to say something but she cut him off. "Shane, I really need you. Please, don't ever leave me. Please."
"I won't leave you," he whispered. "I promise." He kissed her and pulled her closer. He moved them so they were laying down on the bed and continued to kiss her.
He pulled away and kissed her head. "I wanna take you out to dinner tonight. I know the perfect place."
She looked up at him. "Is it fancy?"
"But I don't have anything nice enough."
He smiled. "I'll take care of that. All you need to do is exist." He kissed her again. She smiled against his lips.
There u go. The next ch is gonna be Smitchie's official first date.
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