The Promise, Mahlatse Mokone [best color ereader TXT] 📗

took myself off guard but this is what I want. If I’m ever going to lose my virginity I want it to be to him. He claims I don’t trust him, but giving myself to him this way is the biggest act of trust I can think of.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked looking at me over his long lashes, his usually smooth and confident voice sounded unsure and conflicted. I put both my hands on the side of his face forcing him to get up “Yes.” I said. He looked down at me for a while, his eyes showing his inner battle. I smiled inwardly; he really does love me.

“If we do this and you end up resenting me for pushing you Katelyn, I can never forgive myself.” He said running a hand through his golden locks. I shook my head, he didn’t push me this is my idea. “That wont happen, I want this, I want you.” I said and after a momentary pause he reached out and encircled my waist, lifting me off his bed. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He slowly lowered us both on the bed, not breaking contact. He continued his assault until all I could smell and feel was him; his lips halted on the crook of my neck and he looked up at me. His eyes were molten grey, absolutely breathtaking.

“You sure you want this?” he asked and I nodded then he rolled off me “What are you doing?” I asked dumbfounded. “I’m looking for protection.” He said opening his nightstand drawer. “You have condoms?” I asked my voice a little higher than I would’ve liked, it’s like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured on top of me. Suddenly what I was about to do became very real.

Brandon glanced at me then “I think they gave them to us in health class about a week ago.” He said his brows furrowing “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I said looking down “Can you give me a minute?” I asked getting off the bed “Sure, take your time.” He said with a frown of concern and I grabbed my handbag and walked into this bathroom shutting the door behind me. I quickly fished for my phone with trembling hands. Get a grip Katie! The little voice in me scorned, as I pressed the speed dial for Tess.

“Hey you.” Her voice came through “Hey Tess, I need a favor. If my parents or JT call tell them I’m with you having a sleepover.” I said keeping my voice low and she paused. “Uh okay, where are you really? Your voice sounds shaky, are you okay?” she asked sounding more alarmed.

“I’m fine, I’m in Brandon’s bathroom.” I said and she gasped theatrically “Oh my God, you’re going to do it aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah and I’m freaking out about it, I mean it was my idea and all—”

“Whoa slow down, is this what you really want?” she asked, “Despite the fact that I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown in his bathroom, yeah I want to do this.” I said sitting on top of the closed toilet seat.

“Then go for it, just take deep breaths, it passes I swear, I was nervous too with JT—” she said before I cut her off “Ew Tess, I don’t want that image in my head.” I said; I wasn’t tolerating it tonight.

“Okay, okay, just relax and follow his lead, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.” She said, “I’ll cover for you, promise.” She added “Okay.” I said then we said our goodbyes. I stood up and I looked at myself in the mirror, giving myself a quick pep talk. I really did want this, and I didn’t want to chicken out now.

I discarded my lite jacket and my shoes; I let my hair down, raking my hands through it. I applied a small amount of lip-gloss. After another deep breath I walked back out.

I stopped dead at the sight of his room; it was darkened a little except for the soft light from the wall panels and the candles on each corner of the room. It looked very romantic and it soothed my wrecked nerves. Brandon had discarded only his shirt and he was lying down with his arms crossed behind his head staring at the ceiling. He looked almost unreal.

He saw me and sat up “Wow.” I said referring to his room; he smiled sheepishly “Over the top? I thought it might make it special.” He said, unsure of himself.

“This is special alright.” I said, he held out his hand and I realized that I haven’t made any move forward. He took my hands in his when I reached him

“God princess, you’re shaking.” He said then he frowned “You don’t have do this you know.” He said and I sighed.

“I know.” I said gently pushing at his chest forcing him to lie back down on the pillows “But I want to.” I said climbing on top of him this time. I kissed him and for a short while he lay there letting me do my thing, but I didn’t know what to do with him.

He put me out of my misery when he flipped me onto my back again; he looked into my eyes giving me another chance to stop him. I nodded, giving him the go ahead and he began to undress me.

 

 

My eyes fluttered open and I smiled as I felt Brandon’s lips lightly brush my earlobe “And she’s back.” He whispered, tightening his hold on me and I chuckled sheepishly “Did I pass out?” I asked and he smiled. “You didn’t pass out, you just simply fell asleep, sleeping beauty.” He said and I snorted.

I remember him holding me afterwards; I must’ve drifted off to sleep then.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, his tone more solemn. “No.” I whispered, “It was amazing, you were amazing.” I said and he smiled. After the initial discomfort it was indescribable, nothing could’ve prepared me for it. I connected with Brandon on a level I never thought possible and I knew my fate and feelings for this boy were sealed. I then remembered something,

“You said you love me,” I said in quiet elation and he raised an eyebrow “But you already knew that.” He said and I grinned, “Did you know?” I asked “What?”

“I love you too.” I whispered and he kissed me briefly.

“What time is it?” I asked and he frowned then glanced at the clock on his side “Just after ten, I should probably take you home and cook up a very good excuse why you’re so late.” He said.

“I can’t go home.” I said, “I’m having a sleep over at Tess’ house.” I said and he smiled sinfully, “Aren’t you a bad girl?” he said chucking. He pushed the covers away from me “Does that mean I have you all to myself?” he asked placing kisses on my bare stomach “All night?”

“Basically yes.” I said as my insides did somersaults, my eyes widened as it dawned on me that he meant we’d do it all night. I grabbed his head stopping his scorching trail up my ribcage. “But I’m hungry.” I added and he chucked as he lifted his head “I didn’t feed you did I? How inhospitable of me.” he said. I smiled thinking how can I not love him when he’s like that?

“Come on then, lets fix you a late night snack.” He said.

 

“And he makes a mean sandwich as well.” I pronounced after swallowing, he chuckled finishing his own. “Glad you like it,” He said then he reached over and wiped some mayo off the corner of my mouth and he licked his thumb making me chuckle. He only had on a pair of sweat pants, and I wore his robe.

“Oh Brandon, you couldn’t put on a shirt?” I asked with mock disapproval, and he gave me his megawatt smile.

“Why should I when you’re enjoying the view?” He said and I smiled, that was undeniable, he had an impeccable body even for a teenager and I knew it was due to his rigorous training and sporting activities.

He fell quiet for a short while then he touched my necklace, I held his wrist trying to understand what he was trying to do.

“This is very beautiful.” He said, “Do you believe in magic Katelyn?” he asked too solemnly for me to laugh at his ridiculous question.

“Well if you asked me if I believed in the Easter bunny, I’d say no.” I said and he looked at me “What if I told you it exists and that we can wield it?” he said and this time I did chuckle “I’d say you’re crazy.” I said.

“Come on Katelyn, you see miraculous things happen all the time, don’t you ever wonder how they come about?” he asked “Psychics? Magicians?”

“What are you saying?” I asked, alarmed now. “Don’t freak out.” He said, “Why would I freak out?” I asked and then I saw his moonstone ring glow then I jumped off my barstool with a yelp when our empty plates floated from the counter into the sink.

With wide eyes I looked from the sink to him to his glowing ring “That did not just happen.” I breathed touching my forehead. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” He said reaching out to me but I instinctively backed away. He dropped his hands and he looked down for a moment “That’s impossible. What are you?” I whispered, backing further away.

My subconscious still knew that this was the boy I loved but every bit of my instincts told me to run. Brandon stood up and I broke off into a run only to be halted by an invisible wall, I couldn’t go anywhere.

“Brandon?” I shrieked, I looked towards him and he flashed in front of me with unnatural speed and I screamed my surprise. “Hey shh shh, I’m still me, I’m not going to hurt you, relax.” He said holding my face in both his hands. His familiar touch broke through the fear and confusion.

“Are you some kind of supernatural?” I chocked out and he shook his head “No, I’m as human as can be, the only supernatural thing here is my ring, it contains the power not me, I just control it in some sort of telekinesis.” He said, I felt myself sway a little and he picked me up in his arms and put me on the couch.

“Are you okay?” he asked sweeping my hair out of my face and I shook my head. My eyes widened again “When you said we…”

He paused “I meant you and me.” he said and I shook my head again, frantically “No, I-I cant do what you just did right there.” I said and he nodded. “You can, you’re just not aware of it,” He said then he pointed at my necklace, “That necklace of yours has the same power.” He added. Oh hell no.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 20

 

“How can you be so sure? This is just a mere necklace,” I said and he shook his head, “Feel that.” He said and we both fell silent.

Suddenly a very familiar warm sensation went through me and I gaped at him, remembering now. It’s the same feeling I got that first day he came into art class, it was from him. “You remember that?” he asked, I swallowed hard and nodded.

“That’s how I knew you were like me, my uncle told me that you get that feeling only when you’re near someone who possesses the same power.” He said, “We can feel and smell each other’s essence.” He added. It made sense now why his scent was so strong to me and how he was able to find me that day in the forest. I ran my hand through my mussed hair, what he’s telling me was not quite sinking in well. “And your uncle, how does he know this?” I asked.

“He gave me