Lahat ng Kabanata ng Foster: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Like most mornings such is an occurrence, when James and Sasha emerged from her room together, I'm unsure just how long he has been inside my house. I don't know if he has only just clambered in through the window or if he spent the night in a bed of pillows on Sasha's floor. No matter how many times I've extended the invitation, he has never slept in the guest bedroom... perhaps it's because he wants to inconvenience Sasha, perhaps it's because he simply misses the nights they'd spend together as children; passed out on the floor after talking for hours, limbs entwined in sleep and blankets stollen by James. Sasha would never complain. She'd never wake up and steal the blankets back. She'd never grumble half-asleep and roll around until she had the blankets back, she'd si

"Again? Are you fucking kidding me?" All I can do is look up at the girl slowly. I don't want to stand up and match her height for the very same reason I (particularly) don't want to look up and meet her gaze—but I have to. It's inevitable.I don't want to meet her eyes simply due to the fact her gaze will be filled with hatred... her voice sure is. I've found myself met with many times just like this while growing up with Sasha — because I've very much matured as she has. She's hot-tempered and impulsive. Her blood is fiery and her glare is sharp. There i

What Sasha did sign up for: the complications of being involved with somewhat of a parental figure. What Sasha didn't sign up for: the turmoil of falling in love with someone still in love with a past lover. 

Waiting in the dark for the return he had grown unsure of, Damon watched as Sasha dropped her back by the entryway, flicked the lock behind her and set her keys on the very table she has so hastily taken them from hours before. The hard "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" Though run-of-the-mill, startled Sasha quite thoroughly. Let it be because she had hoped so dearly Damon would be sound asleep and tucked in when she got in or because he was sat in the complete darkness of the living room. Either way, she felt her heart quicken — and her stomach knot. He was a rem

"She left me — I loved her for years  and years  and then she came back and I couldn't help but believe her when she said things were better than they actually were," Sasha watched Damon as she hesitantly lifted a hand to rest on the man's shoulder and his hands fell into his lap. After a long moment, his eyes moved to hers — and then she saw it. For the first time, at least that she had ever seen... he was crying. Her heart sped up even further. "I was stupid to ever think that things with her were or would b

Sasha couldn't summon the will inside of herself to wipe the tears that fell just as Damon's did. And though her shoulders shook as she spoke the words she wished she could, would and did believe, she refused to meet the eyes that drew to hers with the same pleading sense. Though she could feel his gaze and she could feel the light brush of his exhale on her shoulder, she couldn't bring herself to face the man she had worked so hard over the last two and a half hours to block out. She didn't want him to look at her, to make her want to look at him. She didn't want him to breathe on

Damon could have groaned, himself, as he found a pair of slender hands gripping his shoulders eagerly and he found the skin beneath her underwear... the warmth. Sasha closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as she felt his fingertips inch towards the very centre so pained with anticipation—"Why lie about something so stupid?" And then her breathing hitched as a finger inched inside of her rather slowly and she wished so dearly she could squirm out of her jeans and ride his hand. But she couldn't. She was meant to be angry with him. 

"Foster, thank god! Never have I been happier to see you—I can tell you that much," Sasha watched the boy approach her, rubbing his wrists as though he had been cuffed and smiling wearily as though he had seen more jail brawls than he could count on two hands. Perhaps he had been cuffed. Hours ago. "Who knew i'd have to pay a twenty-five hundred pound fine to make you love me," She turned away from his offering embrace and began to approach an exit before she could watch his face fall from the rejection. "They're taking your license, you know. Your parent

“I was bailing James out of jail for a DUI,” She spoke quickly in a way she’d hoped would leave emphasis on the boy’s now not-so-clean criminal record rather than how she came upon the money she’d used. For the most part, it seemed to have worked.Damon, as he spoke, began to wave around the chopping knife rather threateningly to the boy who was, for once, nowhere to be seen. While his first instinct was to pick up the phone and organise the parent meeting that Sasha so dreaded, his only thought in the moment was exactly how much he

In a matter of seconds, Damon hooked his hands beneath the girl’s arms and grunted half-silently as he lifted her against the counter only a mere half-meter or so from the vegetables he ought to have been boiling by now. Not a moment later was she unbuttoning her jeans—and somehow, she was far too distracted by watching as he made work of his belt and met her lips feverishly with a deep kiss to note the coolness of the marble counter against her bare ass. Or the fact that they ate meals cooked from that very counter.“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” the