her.
“It’s not morning , yet. You can go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She looks up at me with those brown eyes and I melt. I’ll do anything she asks me to. She smiles, “You didn’t. I thought I was dreaming, but…”
The corner of my lips pulls up. “But you weren’t?” She shakes her head gently. My eyes meet hers and I can’t look away. I’m terrified she’ll run, that she’ll regret this. Holly looks back at me with questions in her eyes. I press my lips together, and then ask. “Would you rather this was a dream?” There, I said it. I wait for an answer, prepared to steel myself for whatever she says. I expect her to say yes. That this wasn’t what she wanted.
Holly’s eyes search my face and her eyebrows lift slightly. Her lips pull into a ghost of a smile that makes me want to kiss her more. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.” She blinks at me and pushes up onto her side. Her breasts brush my chest as she does it. Holly pulls the sheet up to cover her body, clutching it loosely.
“On me?” I ask, and I sit up. The sheet barely covers my hips. I shift trying to hide how attractive I think she is. When she brushed against me, my body responded. I can’t help it. I feel like a fi fteen year old. I think of turn- offs to try and correct the issue, but it doesn’t really work. I pull the blank et up. Maybe she doesn ’t notice. Her tangled hair falls over her shoulders. The sheet is barely covering her. I want to rip it away and kiss her.
Holly nods, “You were laying awake with a n oh-god-what-have-done look on your face. I saw it. So, would you rather this was a dream?” I feel her s haking, but I’m not sure why. I’m silent too long. I don’t know what she means or what to say that won’t make me sound like a love-sick stalker. Holly’s shoulders slump and her head falls. She blinks hard. “I see.” She pulls away from me and stands, taking the sheet with her.
“Holly, no, wait .” I lift a hand trying to pull her back into bed, but she’s dropped the sheet and is dressing. I fucked up. I can’t fix this. She’s mad. I see it in her back, the way she’s squared her shoulders. She turns quickly, her eyes are flash ing an emotion that’s close to exploding. It might be rage. It might be sorrow. Why do those look the same? I’ve been here before. I’ve done this. It’s not a good spot to b e. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I try again, but she’s lost patience with me.
Holly pulls her boots on, not bothering with the stockings. “There’s no reason to say anything. I get it.” Her voice is steady and a lot more even than it should be. She stands and looks at me.
“You don’t,” I breathe. Her eyes look over me. I pulled on my jeans so she wouldn’t dump my ass while I was naked. I want her to understand, but I don’t understand. I don’t know how she does this to me, how she makes me feel everything. I waited years and never expected to do what we did last night. Talk, you moron! “This was a dream, but I don’t want to leave it there. It’s something I’ve thought about before. I just never thought it would happen.”
She fo lds her arms over her chest. Holly looks pissed. “But it did. So now what? Back to the status quo ?” She shakes her head and turns away. “I can’t do that. I sucked at it before. I’m sorry, Ryan, but this was a mistake.” She darts to the door and is gone.
I don’t reply. I don’t chase her and say she’s wrong. I let her leave, taking my heart with her.
CHAPTER
10
HOLLY
I race to my car without looking back. I don’t know how things got this way. I replay last night in my mind, but it only bring s tears to my eyes. I thought Ryan felt something. I thought I was more than a fling. Yanking open my car door, I fall onto the seat and start the car. I blink over and over again, trying to see, but once the tears start, they don’t
“It’s not morning , yet. You can go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She looks up at me with those brown eyes and I melt. I’ll do anything she asks me to. She smiles, “You didn’t. I thought I was dreaming, but…”
The corner of my lips pulls up. “But you weren’t?” She shakes her head gently. My eyes meet hers and I can’t look away. I’m terrified she’ll run, that she’ll regret this. Holly looks back at me with questions in her eyes. I press my lips together, and then ask. “Would you rather this was a dream?” There, I said it. I wait for an answer, prepared to steel myself for whatever she says. I expect her to say yes. That this wasn’t what she wanted.
Holly’s eyes search my face and her eyebrows lift slightly. Her lips pull into a ghost of a smile that makes me want to kiss her more. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.” She blinks at me and pushes up onto her side. Her breasts brush my chest as she does it. Holly pulls the sheet up to cover her body, clutching it loosely.
“On me?” I ask, and I sit up. The sheet barely covers my hips. I shift trying to hide how attractive I think she is. When she brushed against me, my body responded. I can’t help it. I feel like a fi fteen year old. I think of turn- offs to try and correct the issue, but it doesn’t really work. I pull the blank et up. Maybe she doesn ’t notice. Her tangled hair falls over her shoulders. The sheet is barely covering her. I want to rip it away and kiss her.
Holly nods, “You were laying awake with a n oh-god-what-have-done look on your face. I saw it. So, would you rather this was a dream?” I feel her s haking, but I’m not sure why. I’m silent too long. I don’t know what she means or what to say that won’t make me sound like a love-sick stalker. Holly’s shoulders slump and her head falls. She blinks hard. “I see.” She pulls away from me and stands, taking the sheet with her.
“Holly, no, wait .” I lift a hand trying to pull her back into bed, but she’s dropped the sheet and is dressing. I fucked up. I can’t fix this. She’s mad. I see it in her back, the way she’s squared her shoulders. She turns quickly, her eyes are flash ing an emotion that’s close to exploding. It might be rage. It might be sorrow. Why do those look the same? I’ve been here before. I’ve done this. It’s not a good spot to b e. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I try again, but she’s lost patience with me.
Holly pulls her boots on, not bothering with the stockings. “There’s no reason to say anything. I get it.” Her voice is steady and a lot more even than it should be. She stands and looks at me.
“You don’t,” I breathe. Her eyes look over me. I pulled on my jeans so she wouldn’t dump my ass while I was naked. I want her to understand, but I don’t understand. I don’t know how she does this to me, how she makes me feel everything. I waited years and never expected to do what we did last night. Talk, you moron! “This was a dream, but I don’t want to leave it there. It’s something I’ve thought about before. I just never thought it would happen.”
She fo lds her arms over her chest. Holly looks pissed. “But it did. So now what? Back to the status quo ?” She shakes her head and turns away. “I can’t do that. I sucked at it before. I’m sorry, Ryan, but this was a mistake.” She darts to the door and is gone.
I don’t reply. I don’t chase her and say she’s wrong. I let her leave, taking my heart with her.
CHAPTER
10
HOLLY
I race to my car without looking back. I don’t know how things got this way. I replay last night in my mind, but it only bring s tears to my eyes. I thought Ryan felt something. I thought I was more than a fling. Yanking open my car door, I fall onto the seat and start the car. I blink over and over again, trying to see, but once the tears start, they don’t
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