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She chuckled once more though her voice seemed quite serious.
"Maybe we should double try."
"Double try?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion as I glanced over at her.
She licked her kissable lips, taking off her seatbelt slowly.
"You know. . ." She steadily said, her eyes twinkling. "Just in case I'm not pregnant. . ."
My eyebrows both raised as my eyes widened in realisation. "Oh. . ."
"Yeah," Genevieve replied, sitting up a little as she gazed at me.
"Well. . .just know that since we did the bed last time, how about the tub? Bubbles and candles sound nice."
"Mmm. . ." Genevieve thought for a moment, pausing. "This is a new car. . .let's celebrate."
"Celebrate?" I repeated, my eyes flickering to her before going back on the road. "S-S-So you mean like. . .in the car?"
She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Yes, you ding dong, in the car. I thought you passed high school with the highest grades?"
I chuckled a little. "Yes I did. But. . .how? Gen, I'd have to park and find somewhere secret - let's just wait till we get home."
Genevieve groaned once more. "Baby, don't you want to do something rebellious? It'd be experience."
"Mm. . ."
I hesitated and she noticed. She leaned over, her hand resting on my crotch as she moved closer, whispering seductively into my ear, "I don't think I can wait till we get home, handsome."
Then, she managed to straddle me, her head in my neck as she kissed it softly, sucking and kissing.
"Gen, baby, I can't drive like this."
"Then maybe you should pull over so I can take you on a drive," she alluringly replied, nibbling my earlobe gently as she softly grinned against me, her hips doing magical wonders to me.
I softly moaned, the woman making all my weaknesses come out by her touch.
"Genevieve. . ."
"Gage. . .pull over," she moaned, her fingers sliding through my tousled hair.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I managed to find an empty parking lot and pulled over.
As soon as the engine stopped, our clothes were being ripped off by each other. Kissing and moaning, we were desperate to have each other, the thought of sex making our minds go overdrive.
Then she was on my lap, my hands about to pull off her underwear, hers about to unzip my pants so we could have each other but we were interrupted.
The sound of loud beeping rose and quickly grew louder.
She pulled away from my lips and we looked out the steamy windows in confusion. Wiping it with her hand. She looked out, her eyes expanding.
"Gage, this isn't a parking lot!"
Bright lights blocked our view of our surroundings.
Our eyes locked, panic running through our minds.
In that moment I knew; it's gonna hurt.
When the collision finally hit, the pain didn't matter, the car didn't matter, the fear of death didn't matter.
It was her.
The screams that haunted me.
"Gage!"
End of flashback
Rose
Love.
That was what I saw in Gage's eyes as he spoke of her.
Pain was what he had written across his face as he looked at her.
Hope was what I heard in his words, desperate to see her again.
But doubt clouded over him. In his mind he was thinking 'will she ever wake up?'
"I'm lucky her parents aren't here today," Gage quietly said as his eyes stared hopelessly at his sweetheart. My eyes flickered over to him as I noiselessly responded, "why?"
"To them, I'm the reason why she's here. They claim that I stole her away from the party, got angry and tried to take advantage of her - that's why she was only in her bra and underwear. Then they think that I wasn't driving responsibly and I purposely crashed."
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at Gage, shaking my head seriously. "Are they stupid?" I quietly, yet strongly asked, scoffing a little. "They do realise how preposterous they sound?"
Gage sighed, shrugging as he shook his head, his eyes dull. "I should've stayed put - waited till we got home. Or I should've looked properly. I really did think it was a parking lot - there was no one there. But it was the side of the road."
"Gage, it's not your fault," I softly said, my eyes gazing honestly at him, sympathy in my words. "Don't ever think that. It was a car accident. It was the other driver's fault. He was drunk and he could've swerved if he wasn't." He sighed, folding his arms and leaning back, his eyes glancing over at me.
"That was a year ago," Gage murmured, his eyes gazing at her. "A year in a coma."
A year?
"I don't think she wants to wake up."
"Gage," I said, shaking my head as I glanced over to him. "Genevieve can hear you."
"How am I supposed to know that?" Gage retorted sharply, surprising me. He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. . .I didn't mean to snap."
"It's okay," I quietly responded, giving him a small, reassuring smile.
"It's just. . .everyone keeps saying that and I'm . . . I'm over it. She hasn't moved at all; no twitches, no eye movement, no sounds. She may as well be dead."
"But she's breathing," I gently reminded him, my eyes gazing at him kindly. "You've got to remember that. She's breathing which means that she's still holding on, Gage. And there must be a reason why she's still holding on because it's been a year. You just need to give her time."
He licked his lips, rubbing them together slowly. His eyes moved to her, watching her for a moment before they stared back to the ground, sighing. "I miss her. . .but how long do I have to keep waiting?"
"As long as she needs," I responded gently, my heart hurting for him. I couldn't imagine how he felt. "And best believe, before you know it, you'll be at home, barely keeping your hands off each other," I joked, smiling at him. He gave me a small one in return as he sighed, scratching the back of his neck.
"Is it bad that I think in a way, it was a good thing she wasn't pregnant?"
I shook my head, "no. It's fine. I completely understand why."
He chuckled lightly, his eyes going back to her. He leaned over, his elbow resting on the bed as he took her hand, kissing it again.
"I miss you, Genevieve. Please don't let the doctors take you away."