Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my neck, and shoved me into his lips. I was shocked at first, but then I slowly kissed him back.
I pulled back, "Wait, you remember me?"
"God, no," he shook his head, always honest to a fault. "I just love you so much."
I put my hands on his cheeks, and pushed my tongue in his mouth. He pressed me closer, and my tongue hit the back of his throat.
He didn't even gag or anything, he just responded hard against me, kissing me feverishly.
I hooked my leg against the back of his, hoping he would take the hint.
He did, and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips.
My fingernails were digging into his cheekbones, and his fingers were tangled in my ratty hair. We kissed each other harder than we ever have since he forgot who I was.
Blindly, he started carrying me across the yard as he kissed me. I thought we were going to the dormitory, but I then I smelled hay and horse as he pulled open a door. Still kissing me, he carried me into the barn.
He stopped kissing me, and set me down.
"What are we doing in here?" I rubbed my wet jumper sleeve.
"Getting out of the rain." His cheeks were flushed, and there was a smirk on his mouth.
I nodded, but then kissed that smirk right off.
He only broke the kiss long enough to pull my jumper over my head, and then he was kissing me just as feverishly, holding me close.
Without the thick wool of my jumper between us, I could feel every inch of him, the hardness of his body.
He pulled back to take off his own shirt, but his fingers were shaking too hard at the top button.
I took over for him, my hands surprisingly steady in the cold and heat. After I had the first button undone, I yanked at his collar to pull him closer and kiss him again. As I kissed him, I pulled apart the rest of the buttons, purposefully slow.
When I was done with his shirt, he pulled off mine. His hands cupped my breasts as he resumed kissing me again.
I put my own hands over his, pressing him closer. But then he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, and I helped him slip it all the way off.
"Thank you," he muttered against my mouth.
I ignored him, and pulled his undershirt off over his head. I stopped kissing him so I could look at him. I'd seen him without a shirt plenty of times before, but never with water running down his body. I might not have been able to control my water fully, but at least I could make it do something beautiful.
"Nessa," he said. Still not (Ness).
And then, as he started unbuttoning my jeans, I knew I was going to break my mum's promise with this boy that didn't even remember me.
Gabe knelt down to pull the zipper of my jeans with his teeth, and then he slid them off.
There was a great deal of sloshing as I pulled my feet out of them, and tossed them to the side.
I expected Gabe to start kissing me again, but he just stayed where he was, looking up at my mostly bare body. His hands went up the shorts I was wearing to caress my bum.
I sighed, and wrapped my legs around him again. I positioned myself in his lap, my body sliding perfectly against his.
He stood us up, me still in his arms, and started kissing me again. Without taking his lips off of mine, he took his own trousers off.
I slid my fingers down the back of his boxers' waistband.
And then... he shoved me off of him. He spat out the worst swear I'd ever heard come from him mouth.
I ran a finger along my lips, "Gabe."
"Gabriel," he groaned. "Please." And then he grabbed his shirt, and walked away.
I clutched my throat as the door slammed behind him. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I hiccuped, and started sobbing.
I was sobbing too hard to put my clothes back on, or even walk back to the dormitory, so I ended up in Pyre's stall and grabbed the red jumper I left in there last time I visited. I put it on, and collapsed into a pile of hay.
I was being blinded by my tears, and screaming my throat raw. I thought, for once, things could finally be normal between Gabe and me again. But he didn't even want me this time.
