Bite, p.18
Bite, page 18
I give him a reassuring smile and I say, “It’s okay Sam. There are some Eggos in the freezer. Just pop a couple in the toaster and that’ll be good enough for me.”
“Okay.”
He proceeds with fixing my frozen waffles and after he hands me a cup of coffee, I ask, “Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Okay. What happened to my headboard? I woke up and found pieces of wood everywhere and it looks like the Hulk came over and went to town in my bedroom.”
He slightly cringes but gives me a playful smile as he replies, “I’m sorry about that. I guess I gripped it too hard when I…um…”
His voice trails off and he actually looks embarrassed. But I’m sitting here stunned. Is Sam telling me that he broke my headboard himself? It wasn’t solid wood but still that would have been impossible for any man to break with his bare hands. Then again as I think about it further, I’ve had that bed for quite some time so it is pretty old. Maybe it’s not so far-fetched that Sam was able to turn my headboard into bits. But why would he do it? I think about his response when I asked him about the headboard and I’m trying to figure out what he is trying to say and after a few moments it hits me and I feel myself starting to blush. He puts butter and syrup on my waffles after the toaster pops and as he places the plate in front of me, he says, “Here you go. Did I fix it right?”
“It’s perfect thanks,” I mumble and quickly put a piece into my mouth. I chew for a minute and then ask, “So you said you gripped it too hard correct?” He just nods his head and I feel my cheeks getting hot while I murmur, “Does that happen a lot when you…”
Sam has that uncomfortable look on his face again and it gives me a little relief to see him this way. Usually guys are so carefree talking about their exploits so watching Sam nervously run his fingers through his hair makes me smile a little. He finally meets my gaze while he quickly cuts in, “Um not really. That was completely an accident.” He clears his throat before adding, “It’s been awhile since I last had…um…relations so I guess it was building up and I got a little carried away. I’m sorry. I’ll replace it I promise.”
I shake my head while trying to figure out how this is possible. I know I’m new to sex but from all the love stories I’ve watch on TV or in the movies, what he is saying is still impossible since I never seen anyone do that before. I swallow another bite of my breakfast before saying, “Sam I’m still confused.”
“What are you confused about,” he casually asks while studying me carefully.
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I reply, “Sam you broke my headboard. I’m pretty sure that isn’t normal unless you’re Superman.”
While remaining calm he responds, “True but I think that was bound to happen eventually. When I first gripped it I felt it was loose. I know I should have left it alone but during our moment together all my logical thinking went out the door. I was only focused on you and I guess when I reached my climax I pulled it too hard and it fell apart. I’m really sorry Gina.”
It still didn’t make sense to me at how he was able to do that kind of damage to my headboard but he is so outwardly embarrassed about the situation I decide to cut him some slack. I know he will replace it and my stupid headboard is really not that important. I’m more concerned about whether he injured himself or not but to make him feel better I smile as I say, “Sam I’m not mad. I’m new at this so I guess I have to assume that is normal. I guess during the heat of the moment people become so strong that they are capable of doing anything.”
He laughs. “Trust me, it’s not normal. But it’s adorable that you think it is.” He kisses my forehead and lets me continue eating my breakfast.
I take a few more bites and the situation starts nagging at my brain. I guess I’m more curious as I thought and I know if I don’t get an answer it’ll bug me for a long time. I take a sip of coffee and after swallowing I ask, “How were you able to do that? I mean that wood was pretty strong and you shredded it like it was paper. Did you hurt yourself?”
“No I’m okay.” Sam holds up his hands while saying, “See, not one scratch on me.”
I notice he didn’t answer my question and it makes me a little frustrated. I check his hands and I’m amazed that they are perfectly smooth with not one single cut or splitter. I stare up at his face, which has a smile on it, and I realize that no matter how many times I ask, Sam is not going to give me a straight answer. My brain will just have to get over it for now but I vow to address it another time. At least he’s okay and that will have to be good enough for now. The smell of the syrup breaks my concentration and I keep shoveling the waffle pieces into my mouth to silence my growling stomach. I take a few more sips of my coffee when I notice that Sam wasn’t having any waffles himself. “Aren’t you hungry? We have plenty of food if you wanna have breakfast too,” I say while shoving the last piece into my mouth.
“No I’m not hungry but thank you for asking.” He continues to watch me and after I wipe my mouth with a napkin, I pause and gaze back at him. I gnaw on my bottom lip, which makes him smirk, and softly he says, “It looks like you want to ask me something.” He waits and I blush. “Gina you know you can ask me anything. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Well,” I begin softly, “I wanted to know…” I did have a question to ask. Actually I have quite a few of them but since they relate to last night I feel humiliated for even thinking them. Guys can say these things with ease and so can Tiffany. I’m with the man I love so why was it so hard for me?
I’m still struggling to get the words out and I focus my gaze down on my empty plate while my face turns beet red. Sam gently takes my hand and lifts me out of the chair and embraces me. He kisses the top of my forehead and murmurs, “What do you want to know?”
His embrace is relaxing me and I start to feel confident enough to share my thoughts with him. I take a deep breath while leaning my head against his chest as I whisper, “I wanted to know if I was okay?”
Puzzled, he pulls back to look at me. “You seem fine. Are you ill,” he asks urgently while studying my face.
Now I have to laugh but it comes out in a nervous giggle. “No I don’t mean now. I feel fine. I meant last night. While we were…you know while we were intimate. Did I do okay?”
It takes him a minute but once he realizes what I’m referring to, he smiles as he replies, “Are you kidding me? You were more than okay.”
“I only ask because I know you have more experience than me and I hope I wasn’t a disappointment for you.” Oh God I’m babbling again. That seems to be my new habit when I’m around him and I’m talking about something I normally wouldn’t talk about with anyone. Damn it sucks. I swallow hard while mumbling, “I wasn’t sure what to do or where my hands were supposed to go. Did I just lie there or move too much…”
He cuts me off when his lips touch mine. I’m pissed at first that he interrupted my rant but I instantly feel my body respond and I melt into his arms. His kiss is fierce and passionate all at once. I sense he is answering my questions including the ones that are unspoken as well. After a few minutes, he pulls away and looks deeply into my eyes as he says, “Gina, how could you think that I didn’t enjoy myself with you? I broke your headboard at the moment where I thought I was going to explode.” He lets out a soft moan while he kisses my forehead and move back down to my lips. “No one has ever made me um…climax like that and no one ever will. You hold my heart forever Gina.”
I feel the tears well up and I rest my head back against his chest. How did I get so lucky to have this wonderful man want and love me this way? Sam has managed to erase all the anxiety I have about last night. I did okay. Well based on his expression I guess I did more than okay. My first time wasn’t a total disaster. My heart is bursting with joy and I hug him a little tighter never wanting to let him go.
He is stroking my hair and I feel that urge of desire begin building up again. I begin to lightly kiss his neck and I hear him moan again. He lifts my face to meet his and we start to get lost in another kiss when my damn cell phone starts to ring.
I let out a hard groan and glare at it wishing my eyes could melt it so it’ll go away. “Just let it ring,” I say while staying locked in his arms not wanting to move.
“No go answer it. It could be important. I’ll still be here when you’re done,” he says smiling. He gives me one quicker kiss and hands me the cell. I look to see Tiffany’s picture on the caller id and say cheerfully, “Hey Tiff, you on your way home?”
Can’t She Stay Out of Trouble
(Sam)
I start to put the dirty dishes in the sink while she speaks on the phone and just as I open the dishwasher to load it, I feel her mood shift and I quickly turn to face her. Her face grows pale and I stretch my hearing so I can hear what Tiffany is saying to her. I remain neutral as I watch Gina and I continue to listen and what I feared all night has finally happened.
Stacy’s body has been found.
I tense up as Gina gathers all the details. I mentally send Charlie a message to meet us at the location where the body is since I sense she will want to be with her friends. He mentally replies and I nod as she hangs up the phone.
Gina ends her call and runs over to me and I immediately wrap my arms around her. Tears are streaming from her eyes as she cries out, “Sam, its Stacy! She’s dead! They found her body not too far from the main entrance at the park.”
I hug her as I say, “I’m sorry Gina. What do you want me to do?”
“Take me there please.”
“Alright.”
She quickly runs upstairs to get dressed and moments later we are on our way to the park. Her silence is making me nervous so I ask, “Are you alright?”
“No,” she whispers. “I can’t understand how this happened.” I remain silent as she continues, “How did Stacy get killed?”
She gets quiet again and I push the car on. Of course I know how and why but now I wonder if maybe we acted too quickly. The girl was Gina’s friend and surely we could have found some other way to prevent Gina from dying last night. Charlie did say it was unavoidable but I’m sure if we put our heads together we could have found another way. But as I further debate it in my mind I ask myself what is the point. The deed is already done so there’s no use on pondering about it now and I sigh as we finally reach the park. Gina runs out the car as soon as I turn the ignition off and I almost use my normal speed to catch up to her but I stop myself and run at a human pace. When I reach her, she is with her friends locked in a group hug. Amber is worse off than the others since she is crying uncontrollably but after reading her thoughts, I understand since she knew Stacy since she was a little girl. I scan the crowd and spot Charlie and David among the people that have gathered. It’s good Joseph isn’t here in case someone remembered seeing him talking to her.
My train of thought is interrupted when I hear Gina say, “I wanna see the body.”
I cringe at what her reaction will be and I know seeing the body is the last thing she should do. I start to suggest maybe she should stay with her friends instead but she hurries over before anyone can stop her. I rush to follow her and catch her just before her knees buckle which would have sent her straight to the ground. I steady her and wrap my arms around her while she sobs and I stand there in confusion; Stacy was mean to her and yet here Gina stands mourning her loss. I smile in my head at how gallant Gina is.
Tiffany comes over and while still comforting Gina I softly say, “Hello Tiffany. I’m very sorry about your friend.”
“Hey Sam thanks.”
“Did they say what happened?”
She takes a deep breath and replies, “They believe it could have been an animal attack. People have spotted a lot of stray dogs and even a wolf here and there so who knows. No one can understand what Stacy was doing out here by herself. And her date is no help since he was too stoned last night to tell us when she disappeared and none of us even noticed when she left the party.”
“Well whatever animal did this, I’m sure the police will find it soon,” I respond in a comforting tone.
“I hope so.” She looks at Gina and asks, “Sam, can you take Gina home please? She doesn’t need to be here.”
Gina immediately moves away from me and suddenly becomes angry. She clenches her fists while muttering, “Tiff I’m fine!”
I didn’t want Gina to get more upset so I say calmly, “Gina, Tiffany is right. You don’t need to see this. Please let me take you home.”
“No I can handle it. I’m fine. Why are you taking her side anyway?”
“I’m not taking her side Gina,” I reply. With pleading eyes I murmur, “You know I’m always on your side. We both just feel that you don’t need to be here.”
Gina is refusing to understand and Tiffany cuts in while fighting tears, “Gina I’m just worried about you. This is a lot like what happened to your dad and I think it would be best if you don’t stay. We’ll be okay. Diane and I will take Amber home.”
Gina looks like she’s going to continue to argue further but she knows Tiffany is not going to back down so she shrugs her shoulders as she mumbles, “Okay.” They embrace again and then she turns to me and softly says, “I’m ready to go.”
I nod and start to head towards the car while holding her hand. I open the passenger door for her and once she sits down I say, “Give me one minute. I’ll be right back.” She nods as I close the car door and I walk over to Charlie and David. I’m not surprised to see Charlie still in his tux from last night (then again so was I). I wonder who his toy was for the night but I sigh when I ask, “What are the police saying?”
“Animal attack but they’re puzzled that all her blood is gone,” Charlie replies calmly.
David chuckles. “Looks like Joseph has to learn how to leave a little behind so suspicion won’t be raised.”
“He’s young. We’ll teach him but you know how he gets when he starts feeding. How’s Gina?”
I sigh as I rub my forehead. “It’s hard to tell. Her thoughts are racing but I did see that she’s really focused on her dad. This is reminding her of when he was killed.”
Or so she thought. She has no idea about the truth of what really happened to him. Charlie feels my stress and says, “We’ll worry about that later. Take her home Sam. We’ll see you at the house.”
I nod and head back to the car. Once we get on the road, Gina whispers, “Thank you for coming with me.”
“You’re welcome. Are you okay?”
She lets out a nervous laugh and answers, “Yes and no if that makes any sense.”
“It does.”
“I just can’t believe that she’s really dead. It’s so surreal.”
“I know. If there’s anything I can do, please tell me.”
She nods while looking out the window. I glance at her and I almost scream in frustration. I desperately want to know what she is thinking but again her mind is jumping around and I can’t get a piece of anything. I start to ask what she’s thinking until I suddenly see clear thoughts of her mother and how she wishes she was with her right now. I slightly grin when the thought of how she doesn’t want to leave me either is also visible and my heart aches when I have the same thought as well but I have to do the right thing for her. As much as I didn’t want to be away from her, I know where she should be right now.
“Why don’t I take you to your mom’s? You should be with her now and I’m sure she’ll worry about you once news of this gets out. You’ll both feel better spending some time with each other.”
I thought Gina would argue but instead she nods her head as she murmurs, “Yeah maybe you’re right. I just wanted to stay with you though.”
I take her hand to kiss it and say, “Call me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll pick you up so we can spend the rest of the day together. How does that sound?”
“That sounds perfect,” she replies and smiles while I continue to hold her hand as I keep the car moving.
I know where her mother’s house is but I have to ask so Gina won’t be suspicious of how I know the address on my own. After she gives me the address, we have idle chitchat to help get her mind off Stacy’s body until ten minutes later when I pull up in front of the house. I cut off the engine and Gina turns to face me to say, “Thanks for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome.” I sense she isn’t ready to leave me yet but if she stays here another moment longer, I won’t be able to let her go. I smile at her and I murmur, “Tell your mother I said hello.”
She grins and brightens a bit when she asks, “Would you like to come in and meet her?” She giggles a bit while adding, “She’s been dropping hints that she would like to meet you someday and I know I can’t avoid it too much longer.”
I’m still in my tux from last night and I know that won’t look good in her mother’s eyes. It would put both Gina and I in a very awkward position so I smirk as I reply, “How about when I come to pick you up later. That will give me a chance to freshen up so I can make a good first impression.” I give her a playful smirk as I tease with a chuckle, “Unless you want to explain to her why I’m wearing a tuxedo this early in the morning?”
Gina laughs as she says, “Yeah you’re right. Maybe meeting Sara now is not such a good idea. I’m not ready to have that conversation with Sara yet.”
“I didn’t think so,” I respond with a light laugh. “But when you call me to pick you up, I’ll be presentable and ready to meet her. In fact, what kind of flowers does she like?”
