Hormones

Keegan's POV

"You are the hottest thing that has ever happened to me Keegs" Cruise said and I stood there with my toothbrush and foamy mouth confused ad why he had chosen my worst moment of the morning to tell me how much he thought I was the hottest thing that had happened to him.

I had some mood swings and well he was my victim and I wasn't sorry at that moment for what I was about to say.

"The hottest thing that’s ever happened to you? Yeah right, you’ve probably slept with over a hundred different girls and done goodness knows what with them and to them," I said sarcastically, feeling like an idiot. He didn’t need to lie to make me feel better.

I felt like trash and I felt like a heavy bag of potatoes.

"Why are you like this babe what happened did I do something wrong last night when we were making love?" he asked.

"No, you did nothing wrong why would you think like that?" I asked trying to contain the sarcasm in my voice but damn my stupid hormones.

“Keegs, trust me that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. It’s just you, you make me feel different. Even kissing you is different, it’s a thousand times better than anything I’ve ever felt before. You make my body burn everywhere you touch me. I can’t explain it.” He frowned and shook his head as if he was annoyed at himself for not having the right words.

“I know what you mean.” I smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips.

He grinned at me. “Now is where you’re supposed to tell me that that was the hottest for you too,” he joked, knowing that I hadn’t kissed anyone but him and that I had let just him ravage my body with all the hot kisses on every inch of my imperfect being.

"I bet I made you cum plenty of times last night yeh?" he asked being joyful about what he did to me last night after our little conversation

I pretended to think about it for a few seconds.

“I’ve had better,” I said taking him off guard first of and I heard a growl from his big wolf, for the past week I had become accustomed to these growling beasts inside of him because it was possessive over me something about being his and only his alone.

He laughed. “Yeah, I bet you have,” he replied, shaking his head in amusement. I smirked at him and he sighed.

“I guess I’d better go to the office now Lucas just mind-linked me about something wrong at the office. Thanks for the morning kisses baby, I had a really good time with you. I slept tight, Oh and by the way, that thing we just did that was supposed to help me work, well, I don’t think that’s going to have the desired effect. I think it’s going to keep me awake all day thinking about it,” he said, tracing his finger across my cheekbone.

I giggled. “Me too,” I admitted, making him laugh too I loved my life.

He stood up and held his hand out for me, I took it and he helped me up, we walked down the hallway hand in hand. He stopped at the corner and kissed my forehead before he sighed and let go of my hand. “Right, baby I’m off. I’ll see you in two days okay?" Cruise called as he walked towards the front door.

“Yeah, see ya,” I answered, as I walked to the room where Shannon had stayed the night still engrossed in her game of tennis on the TV. I looked out the window and saw Cruise smile at me from the door but it was forced, I could tell it was almost hurting him to go, I smiled back and he shut the door of the car.

The moment the door closed my heart sank. The thought of having to spend two nights in my bed without him made me feel a little sick; it would have been horrendous even if we hadn’t just gotten together, but now it felt like torture. I sighed and went back to the couch to watch Shannon prepare herself to leave because she had to go to work of course and our former boss she was going to whip Kate’s butt the new lady she had to work with had complained of how terrible the young lady was.

"Okay hun, webworm see you tomorrow when I come to see okay"?" Shannon said before she left giving me cheek kisses.

She was avoiding my gaze so I knew something had happened between her and Lucas.

I'll wait for her to tell me herself.

The evening came and it was time to go to sleep.

Before that, I went and checked on him in his chambers and he was fine.

"I love you, dad," I said as I kissed him and went to my chambers he was still not fully recovered and he just was eyes open but not speaking yet.

That night was awful. I went to bed terrified of zombies, and even when I did go to sleep, I started to dream about my father. I hadn’t dreamt of him for over five months.

The last dreams I had were when I was little and my cousin Sarah had to stay over for her birthday.

Because the girls were there, my crush had to stay away, and I’d woken the whole house up with my screaming.

But no one came to my rescue, I missed Cruise.

I went to the window and I saw nothing but pitch black I walked back to the bed and went to sleep but then I had another dream.

This dream was bad. Jake a childhood friend of mine was eleven and I was nine.

We were playing in the yard to get out of the house because my father wanted to watch a football match on the TV.

He’d been drinking all afternoon which made him even more temperamental.

Jake and I were playing with the new soccer ball that he had got for his birthday a couple of weeks before.

We weren’t supposed to play with it in the yard, only in the park, but Jake wanted to show me this new trick he'd learnt.

He was kicking the ball to keep it up in the air; I was laughing and counting how many times he could do it, being all proud of my friend. He lost control of it, and instead of letting it drop to the floor, he tried to save it by kicking it back up with his foot.

The ball flew through the air and hit the window. Luckily, it didn’t smash, but it did make a loud bang. We both turned and looked at the door, waiting.

About ten seconds later, the back door opened and his father beckoned for us to come in.

“Bring the ball,” he hissed. His face was murderously angry, making me go cold.

Jake grabbed my hand and forced me behind him as we walked in, picking up the ball in his other hand.

His father slammed the door, making me jump and whimper. Jake gripped my hand tighter. “Who kicked the ball?” his father asked nastily.

“I did. I’m sorry, Dad. It was an accident,” Jake whispered, looking at him apologetically.

His father took the ball from his hands and put it on the counter, and then punched Jake so hard in the stomach that he lifted off the floor slightly.

I put my hands over my mouth to stifle the scream that was threatening to come out of me.

He raised his fist to hit him again, so I grabbed his hand to stop him. He turned to me and slapped me, hard, sending me flying into the wall, and hitting my head.

I could feel something trickling down the side of my face; my vision was a little blurry.

He turned back to Jake, hitting him again.

He didn’t just do it once, he punched him over and over, in the stomach and thighs until Jake lost consciousness I had thought he would be fine but boy was I playing myself Jake was dead.

I was begging him to stop. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back up, grabbing a knife off of the counter. I couldn’t breathe.

I finally got up this time not knowing what all of this meant to me I didn't go back to sleep that night so I went to my father's room, I didn't know why I had to dream about my dad and Jake who had died and also why I had to remember the last thing that was happening with his abusive father.

This is crazy, I took the phone and called Cruise.

"Hey, baby, I hope you are doing fine," he asked and my hormones just started I began to cry.

"I am on my way home now," he said without me uttering any word just my tears