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Authors: Jay McLean
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reflection of my ache in his words. I keep my eyes closed when I feel him step forward, his fingers gentle as they run up my arm. “I don’t say this to hurt you. Look at me. Please .” There’s an urgency in his words now, so strong it overpowers the hurt.
After dropping my hands, I glance up at him. And the second I do I regret it, because he’s already looking at me, right into my eyes, and I feel the same thing I felt the first time he smiled at me. Calm. But he’s not smiling now. And there’s no reason for my calm. Especially when he wraps me in his strong, wet arms—arms that somehow warm my body, my heart. “I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t seem to stop hurting you. I don’t want this. You have to forgive me, Becs.”
I try to force myself to move away, but I can’t.
He’s making me feel.
He rests his forehead on mine. “For everything .”
I return his embrace, and he holds on to me tighter, his cast now ruined, drenched by the rain. I surrender in his arms, and take a breath, and then another, watching the beads of water fall from his lashes with each blink. His gaze drops to my mouth quickly, then to my eyes, and down again, over and over. My heart’s racing now, my fingers aching from their grip on his shirt. His chest rises and falls against mine, matching his gaze… from my eyes to my lips, up and down, and I can’t take my eyes off his. He exhales slowly, his breath mixing with mine. I lick my lips, and his eyes drift shut. He moans when my shaky hands find his hair, tugging desperately. I push aside my fear, my confusion, just for a moment as I use his embrace to keep me upright. “Goddammit,” he groans, his hesitation clear. I close my eyes and lean closer into him. Then I rise to my toes, my lips craving his. But he doesn’t move. Not the slightest. I freeze, my lips an inch from his, waiting for him to make the first contact. He doesn’t, though. Instead, his hand drifts to the small of my back, his touch like fire, burning flames igniting my soul. “You know me, Becca. You know my heart. And you know I’d never take another guy’s girl. Never . But you’re not just a girl to me and you never have been. If you need me to prove that to you, I will. If you want me to fight for you, I will. If you want me to go to war for you, I fucking will. You know that. Somewhere, deep in here”—he places his hand on my chest and my eyes snap open, meeting his—“you know I would. But you need to give me a sign so I know that it’s not for nothing. You have to give me something. I can’t go through that heartache again.”
My breath gets lost in his words while I get lost in his eyes, eyes that completely expose me. So I do the only thing I can think to do…
I ruin us.
Then I rush up the stairs, my shame like heavy weights around my ankles. Through silent sobs and hurtful regrets, I reach for the doorknob, but it’s not my room I go into, it’s the room next door.
I stand at the edge of the bed and grab the phone on the nightstand, my hands shaking as I type out a text. I lower the sheets, and without a thought to my current soaking state, I welcome the warmth of the body next to me.
“Becca?” Grams says, sitting up. She switches on the lamp on her nightstand before facing me. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened?” She combs her fingers through my hair then looks down at the phone in my trembling hands.
I kissed Josh.
Journal
He peels away the layers
Of fear and of pain
Leaving me exposed
From my heart to my veins
While I tiptoe the land mines
Of scene after scene
Waiting for the destruction
That left us unclean
But I worship the moments
That kept us bare
And I hold them there
With safe touches
And gentle words
And silent tears
And silent cries
Beneath silent stars
And when I close my eyes
I push down the hurt
Of a three-year-old smiling
His face covered in dirt
~ ~
9
—Joshua—
F ive months ago I skated a comp that, if won, would
After dropping my hands, I glance up at him. And the second I do I regret it, because he’s already looking at me, right into my eyes, and I feel the same thing I felt the first time he smiled at me. Calm. But he’s not smiling now. And there’s no reason for my calm. Especially when he wraps me in his strong, wet arms—arms that somehow warm my body, my heart. “I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. “I can’t seem to stop hurting you. I don’t want this. You have to forgive me, Becs.”
I try to force myself to move away, but I can’t.
He’s making me feel.
He rests his forehead on mine. “For everything .”
I return his embrace, and he holds on to me tighter, his cast now ruined, drenched by the rain. I surrender in his arms, and take a breath, and then another, watching the beads of water fall from his lashes with each blink. His gaze drops to my mouth quickly, then to my eyes, and down again, over and over. My heart’s racing now, my fingers aching from their grip on his shirt. His chest rises and falls against mine, matching his gaze… from my eyes to my lips, up and down, and I can’t take my eyes off his. He exhales slowly, his breath mixing with mine. I lick my lips, and his eyes drift shut. He moans when my shaky hands find his hair, tugging desperately. I push aside my fear, my confusion, just for a moment as I use his embrace to keep me upright. “Goddammit,” he groans, his hesitation clear. I close my eyes and lean closer into him. Then I rise to my toes, my lips craving his. But he doesn’t move. Not the slightest. I freeze, my lips an inch from his, waiting for him to make the first contact. He doesn’t, though. Instead, his hand drifts to the small of my back, his touch like fire, burning flames igniting my soul. “You know me, Becca. You know my heart. And you know I’d never take another guy’s girl. Never . But you’re not just a girl to me and you never have been. If you need me to prove that to you, I will. If you want me to fight for you, I will. If you want me to go to war for you, I fucking will. You know that. Somewhere, deep in here”—he places his hand on my chest and my eyes snap open, meeting his—“you know I would. But you need to give me a sign so I know that it’s not for nothing. You have to give me something. I can’t go through that heartache again.”
My breath gets lost in his words while I get lost in his eyes, eyes that completely expose me. So I do the only thing I can think to do…
I ruin us.
Then I rush up the stairs, my shame like heavy weights around my ankles. Through silent sobs and hurtful regrets, I reach for the doorknob, but it’s not my room I go into, it’s the room next door.
I stand at the edge of the bed and grab the phone on the nightstand, my hands shaking as I type out a text. I lower the sheets, and without a thought to my current soaking state, I welcome the warmth of the body next to me.
“Becca?” Grams says, sitting up. She switches on the lamp on her nightstand before facing me. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened?” She combs her fingers through my hair then looks down at the phone in my trembling hands.
I kissed Josh.
Journal
He peels away the layers
Of fear and of pain
Leaving me exposed
From my heart to my veins
While I tiptoe the land mines
Of scene after scene
Waiting for the destruction
That left us unclean
But I worship the moments
That kept us bare
And I hold them there
With safe touches
And gentle words
And silent tears
And silent cries
Beneath silent stars
And when I close my eyes
I push down the hurt
Of a three-year-old smiling
His face covered in dirt
~ ~
9
—Joshua—
F ive months ago I skated a comp that, if won, would
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