Page 45 of Guarded By Death

He stiffens beside me. "The bathroom was the first time."

"What?" I raise my brow in inquiry, but he can't see my face, so I lay down on my back, trying to remember. He leans on his side, looking like a sculpture with no shirt on, and his lean body sprawled across my bed. No, get it together, Scarlett.

He runs his hand through his hair. "The night before last, at the... bonfire."

"You were at the Bonfire?" I snap. "What did you coax me into believing?" I ask in disbelief.

He places his hands out in front of him. "I had just gone to check on you very quickly to make sure the party was safe. When I found you sitting on the blanket next to-" He takes a deep breath, "A guy was making some advances on you that were unwanted, so I shoved him into the water." He laughs, reminiscing about something I have no memory of.

I spring up. "You what? Who was it?"

"Who he was doesn't matter, I took care of him."

My breathing grows ragged. "Did you… did you kill him?"

"What? No!" He laughs. "I saw him kissing you and so I stopped it."

A small laugh escapes my lips, "So you didn't want me anymore, but you wanted to control who kissed me?"

He scoffs, "It's not like that Scar, and you know it."

"Make me remember," I state, curious if that's even possible.

He shakes his head, "Hell no."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Pierce, they’re my memories." I remind him but he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you want me to remember you?"

He lets out a small laugh, "It's not me that I don't want you to remember. It's Zack." He states.

"Zack?"

He sits up and places his hand on me, bringing his face close to me. I become disoriented as he whispers in my ear, "Remember," he whispers in an echo. With a rush, similar to a storm rolling over my body, it all comes back.

"Oh my God." I stare at my headboard in disbelief. "He almost kissed me."

"No Scar, he did kiss you. His lips touched yours for a brief, awful moment. I hesitated; I wasn't fast enough because I didn't know if I should stop it. I hate that I allowed him to even get close." He spits.

I huff, "You know... you left."

He sighs, not responding.

"I could have kissed Zack and it wouldn't have mattered," I remind him.

In a swift movement, he's on top of me. Quite literally hovering over my bed. My breathing hitches in my throat as he gently pins my wrist above my head.

"No one." He tells me with a passionate glint beaming behind his jade eyes, "No one, besides me will ever have the luxury of touching you." His body is suspended in the air and I stare at him in awe.

I cough, "Pierce..." I look at the distance between our bodies, "You're... you're floating!"

He smirks, lowering himself down onto me, "Not floating sweetheart, flying." His cocky grin melts me, "I'll take you one day. Zack would never be able to take you soaring through the sky."

I playfully swat his arm, still speechless from seeing him move that way. Needing a subject change so I don't freak myself out I ask, "So what you're telling me is you were just going to watch me until I grew old and died and never let me find love?" I laugh, "Just throw every man that got near me into a nearby body of water?"

"Yes." He shakes his head, "I don't want to think about that, okay? But just not with Zack, not when he was drunk. You were drinking too. He should have known better than to try and take advantage of you."

A sly smile creeps up my lips, “If you leave again, I’m going to kiss every guy I see.” I joke, laughing when a smile cracks on his lips.

Then he attacks, tickling me until we wear ourselves out.