The New World: The Awakening. Leahann Cavanaugh

all of it, even the stuff before the crazy house. He tried to touch my face.

      “Don’t touch me,” I demanded.

      “Please, angel.”

      “My name is Lyric,” I corrected him.

      He stepped back away from me with the most pain I’ve ever seen him in.

      Mr. P went on the bus to grab the papers with all of my aunt’s information, and just like that Jason disappeared right in front of my eyes. I fell to the ground and cried harder than I ever cried in my life. This time I didn’t get hot. I started to get cold. I felt betrayed, alone, terrified, lost, and heartbroken.

      Mr. P heard me cry. “Lyric, are you crying? Here I come.”

      I was bent down on my knees, hands full of tears. All of a sudden two flashes of light through my fingers caught my attention. I opened my eyes, and I was still on my knees in my crying position and Jason was draped over me.

      “Why did you come back?” I asked him.

      “I couldn’t just leave you there feeling that way,” Jason said with his head held down. I dropped my head. I felt as if I was confused whether I should love him or not.

      “Yes, you should,” he answered for me.

      I rose from the pavement. “Where are we?” I said, observing my surroundings.

      We were at the warehouse palace. He opened the door and let me in. Everything was the same as I had remembered four years ago.

      “How do you remember?” he asked me.

      “You erased the memories in my head, not in my soul,” I answered. I walked past the pillars, and there it was, my picture—my senior picture and his.

      “Where did you get this? I don’t even have a copy yet,” I examined the picture.

      He smiled and said, “I have my ways.” He slowly walked past me, never losing eye contact with each other. I looked at him, curious of what he might be up to. Then he did a 180-degree turn and pressed a button on a remote, and Musiq Soulchild’s “Yes” started to play. The anger was gone, and he knew it.

      “May I have this dance, my queen?” he asked respectfully.

      “Yes, you can, my king,” I replied and took his hand. I began to get hot. I touched my heart, and he spun me around and held me close as we danced to the music. I guess he knew that wasn’t enough, so he started to sing to me, “The answer is yes…”

      I laughed and it made me blush. He could actually hold a note. After all this time, I never knew Jay could sing. Then I looked at Jay, and he kissed me. It wasn’t like the first two kisses we shared earlier that day; this one had tongue. A lot of tongue. I tried my hardest not to put my guard down, because last time I was here, my memory got erased. This time I’m not going down so easily, I thought to myself. He was lost in me and I in him. After all these years I’ve known Jay, I’ve never thought to kiss him even though I’ve been in love with him since I met him. He squeezed my waist as if it was helping him control his craving for me.

      He stopped kissing me, looked me in my eyes, slowly pulled away from me, and tried to walk away. I didn’t say anything, but when I pulled him back toward me, he had a huge smile on his face like he knew what I was thinking, and he did. I got serious. I thought to myself, This is it. You ready? I put my arms around his neck and started to suck his bottom lip, and he liked it. I could tell because he made noises that made my body hot. He looked at me and kissed me again, flashed, and laid me on the bed very gently.

      “Are you ready?” he asked me.

      Oh shit! This is happening, I thought to myself.

      “Do you want this to happen? You have doubt. I don’t want you to do anything with me that you might regret later,” he confessed to me. I was speechless.

      “I know why you doubt,” he said. “You don’t have to say it.”

      “I don’t doubt, it’s just…” I tried to explain.

      “You want to be married,” he finished my sentence.

      “Yeah, you don’t?” I asked, a very important question to me.

      “I do, but it’s different,” he tried to explain.

      “How is it different?” I tried to understand.

      “When we marry, we don’t confess our love to someone else or in front of other entities. We do it privately among ourselves. We become one, and we are bonded for eternity in this life and the ones that follow. We only have one mate, one twin soul. Everyone else is just a learning experience, getting you ready for them. To truly experience real love, you have to find your twin soul,” he said.

      “You want to mate with me for eternity in this life and the ones after, right?” I asked.

      “Yes,” he said with no hesitation.

      “Then why won’t you let me feel you and know what you are thinking? You can feel me and hear my thoughts, but I can’t do it in return. That’s not fair, and you know it,” I said to him.

      “I do it to—” he tried to explain.

      “Don’t even say it,” I cut him off.

      He was speechless.

      What if what he is saying is right? I thought to myself. He cut off all the lights and lay in bed with me.

      “I know you worry about your age,” he spoke softly.

      “I’m only fourteen. And I want to, but…” I said.

      “You want to be married,” he chimed in.

      “Yes, but that’s not why I doubt. Every time we get together, you’re so quick to leave. When I need you the most, you’re not there. Not that you do it on purpose, but every time you leave, it hurts. I’m tired of hurting,” I told him.

      “What if I could take that away?” he mentioned.

      “Will I still remember you?” I asked, concerned about my memories.

      “Yes,” he said as he reassured me.

      I wasn’t scared anymore. I slowly moved closer to him, heart pounding three times faster than normal. We kissed slowly. While I moved my hands over his creamy eight-pack, just barely touching his skin set me off, and he knew it. I slowly rolled over and positioned myself on top of him. He started to breathe heavily. I grabbed his chin and jerked it to the left as if I was being mean. His dick jumped between my legs. I started to kiss him on his neck. Then using my tongue, I licked in a circular motion. I licked slow then sped up then slow again until I found his spot. He softly moaned and then took off his shirt. He grabbed my ass and gently squeezed it. I started to work my way down to his chest, trying my best not to miss a spot. I put my hands behind my back and took his hands in mine. I placed his hands on each side of his head, stopping him from touching me. As I licked his nipples and ran my tongue down his torso, I caressed his arms and his chest. I kissed his belly button and licked the top of it then the bottom.

      Jason’s body started to get hot, and he started to breathe heavily. I’ve never done anything like this before. Hell, I’ve never even seen one until last year, and that was by accident.

      I slowly pulled his pants down. I just knew he was a briefs man. His all-black Hanes briefs had the most beautiful bulge rising under them. I kissed it. It jumped. I slowly pulled them down. I really couldn’t believe he was letting me do this, but I wasn’t going to stop now. It was beautiful. I guess the way I was feeling turned Jason on, and it jumped and smacked me in the face.

      “Oh, I’m sorry,” he moaned.

      I looked him in the eyes and stuck my tongue out. I licked his head, grabbed it at the base, and licked it slowly from the base to the head. I put my hands on each side of him and, as Denise would put it, got lost. I sucked his head profusely then made myself choke on it. I couldn’t