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my side and placing her hand on my chest.
It makes me feel good to know that when I move away from her, she finds a way to be close to me, but I think the chick’s trying to kill me. Soon I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
Her black panties appear as her whole leg comes out of the sheet and snakes its way between mine. Every slick move she makes over my body pushes more air from my lungs, and I can’t resist running my hand through her hair as I think about her being burrowed against me.
She’s burrowed her way into my heart, too, but I can’t shake an uneasy feeling that it’s not going to be that simple to win her over. What’s happened to her to make her so scared to trust me?
“Good morning,” she says without moving.
“Good morning, Taylor. I’m sorry if I woke you. I couldn’t keep from touching your hair.” I hope she can’t feel my heart pounding under her hand.
“I’ll be right back,” she says, sliding away from me and out of bed.
I didn’t expect her to get up so abruptly, and I never expected her to walk in her t-shirt and panties to the bathroom, giving me a show of her entire backside. With her shirt barely covering her waist, I can see all the outline of her shapely figure. I wonder if she has clothes in the bathroom or if I’ll get the same show of her front.
I weigh whether I should close my eyes or look at her when she exits the bathroom. Man the fuck up, Dylan. Of course you’re going to look at her, and she’d expect it if she returns dressed the same. This woman is driving me insane!
Taylor
I try desperately to straighten myself up, removing the make-up from under my eyes and running a brush through my hair. I debate on brushing my teeth but figure it will make him think I’m looking for a make out session.
About the time I’m going out the door, it hits me that it’s not going to be the same walking toward him as it was walking away. Remembering that we’ve lain together almost naked, I suck it up and open the door.
Looking at his eager green eyes, I watch them scan my body from head to toe. I crawl back under the sheets and face him. Dylan still has his arms crossed behind his head, elongating his rippled abs.
He looks mouthwatering as I admire his toned physique that only has a sheet draped across it. An image of me straddling him and running my hands down his firm chest to his happy trail comes to mind until his voice snaps me out of my fantasy.
“Are you feeling OK this morning?”
“I can tell I was drunk, but I feel OK. I guess it’s a good thing it only takes a few drinks to get me there. I have a one drink rule when I’m not with my friends because as you witnessed, I can get carried away, so it’s been awhile since I had that many.”
“So, you feel the events from last night were you getting carried away?” he asks.
“Yes, a little. I have mixed feelings about partying since my parents struggled with substance abuse.”
“Taylor, do you feel you got carried away when we kissed?”
I look away as my heart begins working overtime. I didn’t expect to be put on the spot about our kiss, and I instantly feel vulnerable. The thought of admitting my feeling for him scares me.
“I guess you answered that,” he says with frustration as he moves to the side of the bed and begins putting on his jeans. I don’t know how long I’ve been silent because of all the thoughts racing through my mind like news scrolling across ticker tape.
Panic washes over me. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly. I knew what I thought of our kiss when I woke up. I didn’t need a second to question it,” he says angrily as he puts his ball cap on backward.
I swallow hard. Having his hat on that way and not wearing a shirt makes him look even sexier. I wish I could bring myself to tell him. He shakes his head at me as I sit up in bed.
“You have no intentions of letting me in. I watched Brett do this shit to Hannah, and I’m
It makes me feel good to know that when I move away from her, she finds a way to be close to me, but I think the chick’s trying to kill me. Soon I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
Her black panties appear as her whole leg comes out of the sheet and snakes its way between mine. Every slick move she makes over my body pushes more air from my lungs, and I can’t resist running my hand through her hair as I think about her being burrowed against me.
She’s burrowed her way into my heart, too, but I can’t shake an uneasy feeling that it’s not going to be that simple to win her over. What’s happened to her to make her so scared to trust me?
“Good morning,” she says without moving.
“Good morning, Taylor. I’m sorry if I woke you. I couldn’t keep from touching your hair.” I hope she can’t feel my heart pounding under her hand.
“I’ll be right back,” she says, sliding away from me and out of bed.
I didn’t expect her to get up so abruptly, and I never expected her to walk in her t-shirt and panties to the bathroom, giving me a show of her entire backside. With her shirt barely covering her waist, I can see all the outline of her shapely figure. I wonder if she has clothes in the bathroom or if I’ll get the same show of her front.
I weigh whether I should close my eyes or look at her when she exits the bathroom. Man the fuck up, Dylan. Of course you’re going to look at her, and she’d expect it if she returns dressed the same. This woman is driving me insane!
Taylor
I try desperately to straighten myself up, removing the make-up from under my eyes and running a brush through my hair. I debate on brushing my teeth but figure it will make him think I’m looking for a make out session.
About the time I’m going out the door, it hits me that it’s not going to be the same walking toward him as it was walking away. Remembering that we’ve lain together almost naked, I suck it up and open the door.
Looking at his eager green eyes, I watch them scan my body from head to toe. I crawl back under the sheets and face him. Dylan still has his arms crossed behind his head, elongating his rippled abs.
He looks mouthwatering as I admire his toned physique that only has a sheet draped across it. An image of me straddling him and running my hands down his firm chest to his happy trail comes to mind until his voice snaps me out of my fantasy.
“Are you feeling OK this morning?”
“I can tell I was drunk, but I feel OK. I guess it’s a good thing it only takes a few drinks to get me there. I have a one drink rule when I’m not with my friends because as you witnessed, I can get carried away, so it’s been awhile since I had that many.”
“So, you feel the events from last night were you getting carried away?” he asks.
“Yes, a little. I have mixed feelings about partying since my parents struggled with substance abuse.”
“Taylor, do you feel you got carried away when we kissed?”
I look away as my heart begins working overtime. I didn’t expect to be put on the spot about our kiss, and I instantly feel vulnerable. The thought of admitting my feeling for him scares me.
“I guess you answered that,” he says with frustration as he moves to the side of the bed and begins putting on his jeans. I don’t know how long I’ve been silent because of all the thoughts racing through my mind like news scrolling across ticker tape.
Panic washes over me. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Exactly. I knew what I thought of our kiss when I woke up. I didn’t need a second to question it,” he says angrily as he puts his ball cap on backward.
I swallow hard. Having his hat on that way and not wearing a shirt makes him look even sexier. I wish I could bring myself to tell him. He shakes his head at me as I sit up in bed.
“You have no intentions of letting me in. I watched Brett do this shit to Hannah, and I’m
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