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strength. “It all comes down to the simple fact that I like you. I have since the day you grabbed my hand and helped me into the back of the U-Haul. I would be lying if I said otherwise. I want us to get back to where we were. I want to see where this can go.”
He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath, contemplating what I’m asking. As the seconds tick by, it feels like minutes. “Please, say something,” I whisper, unable to sit in silence. Troy doesn’t move or speak. He’s very still, staring with calm even breaths. Reaching out, I touch his face and the moment my fingers graze his coarse morning stubble, he looks at me, leaning into my touch. Moving my other hand, I touch the other side of his face and crawl over his lap, straddling him. His breathing stays even. With my knees on either side of his hips, I rest my forehead against his to try and regain some composure.
He doesn’t look at me right away; he’s staring down. Then finally his eyes meet mine, and they are as entrancing as ever. Slowly he brings his hands to my face and cradles mine like I am his. Moving my hands off of his face, I rest them gently on his chest. Even though his breathing is calm, his heartbeat is erratic, pumping like that of a scared animal. Every pound is firm and wild. Slowly he touches our lips together. I should melt into him, but I can’t close my eyes – he’s forgiven me. Thank God. I watch him as his eyes are tightly shut, and his expression is that of pain. It’s almost like he’s hurting. But he keeps moving his lips, so I give in to him and indulge – in his taste, his touch, his scent. The room around me spins, and as I try to part his lips with my tongue, he stops.
Looking down at him, that look of pain is as prevalent as ever. He shakes his head and says, “See what you ruined, Bridge? We could’ve been so good together.” I can’t believe the words that come out of his mouth. I sit motionlessly on his lap and look at his agony-stricken face.
“No. No. No. No. No. We can. We are.”
Moving my mouth again I go to kiss him, but he places his thumb over my lips and stops me. Still in his hold with his hands braced on my face, I sit there stunned. Blinking back tears, I fight them away with everything I have, but they are too strong – he’s breaking me. “Please,” I plead in a whispered tone and kiss his thumb as it covers my mouth. He just shakes his head. Is this really happening? Is this what my reality has come to?
“I’m sorry, Bridge, trust me I am. But I won’t start another relationship based on a lie. I did it with my last girlfriend and I can’t do it again. Nothing good will come of it.”
He is serious, and as much as I don’t want him to be, there’s nothing I can do to wager with him – I know that. Speak from your heart. Don’t let any words go unspoken. “I know you feel what’s going on between us. Please don’t fight it. I fucked up – I’m not perfect, but who is? Haven’t you ever made a mistake? Trust me, I’ll never do it again.”
He ponders my words, and I can’t stop the tears as they spill out of my eyes. My instincts move my lips to his and I crash our mouths together. This might be my last time. Although I’m small, I take everything I have and put it into this kiss. Hugging him tightly, I securely wrap my arms around his neck and press my body as close to him as I can get. Moving my lips with need, I caress his – and he does the same. I try again to part his lips, and this time he accepts. The moment we intensify the kiss, I whimper, threading my fingers into his hair. God, it’s soft, exactly how I imagined it would be.
Please don’t let this be the end for us. Troy takes his hands off of my face and glides them down my body, running them over my neck, collarbone, breasts, and stomach until he finally lands on my hips and lifts me off of him. I stand before him not only mortified, but also utterly shocked when I see the expression
He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath, contemplating what I’m asking. As the seconds tick by, it feels like minutes. “Please, say something,” I whisper, unable to sit in silence. Troy doesn’t move or speak. He’s very still, staring with calm even breaths. Reaching out, I touch his face and the moment my fingers graze his coarse morning stubble, he looks at me, leaning into my touch. Moving my other hand, I touch the other side of his face and crawl over his lap, straddling him. His breathing stays even. With my knees on either side of his hips, I rest my forehead against his to try and regain some composure.
He doesn’t look at me right away; he’s staring down. Then finally his eyes meet mine, and they are as entrancing as ever. Slowly he brings his hands to my face and cradles mine like I am his. Moving my hands off of his face, I rest them gently on his chest. Even though his breathing is calm, his heartbeat is erratic, pumping like that of a scared animal. Every pound is firm and wild. Slowly he touches our lips together. I should melt into him, but I can’t close my eyes – he’s forgiven me. Thank God. I watch him as his eyes are tightly shut, and his expression is that of pain. It’s almost like he’s hurting. But he keeps moving his lips, so I give in to him and indulge – in his taste, his touch, his scent. The room around me spins, and as I try to part his lips with my tongue, he stops.
Looking down at him, that look of pain is as prevalent as ever. He shakes his head and says, “See what you ruined, Bridge? We could’ve been so good together.” I can’t believe the words that come out of his mouth. I sit motionlessly on his lap and look at his agony-stricken face.
“No. No. No. No. No. We can. We are.”
Moving my mouth again I go to kiss him, but he places his thumb over my lips and stops me. Still in his hold with his hands braced on my face, I sit there stunned. Blinking back tears, I fight them away with everything I have, but they are too strong – he’s breaking me. “Please,” I plead in a whispered tone and kiss his thumb as it covers my mouth. He just shakes his head. Is this really happening? Is this what my reality has come to?
“I’m sorry, Bridge, trust me I am. But I won’t start another relationship based on a lie. I did it with my last girlfriend and I can’t do it again. Nothing good will come of it.”
He is serious, and as much as I don’t want him to be, there’s nothing I can do to wager with him – I know that. Speak from your heart. Don’t let any words go unspoken. “I know you feel what’s going on between us. Please don’t fight it. I fucked up – I’m not perfect, but who is? Haven’t you ever made a mistake? Trust me, I’ll never do it again.”
He ponders my words, and I can’t stop the tears as they spill out of my eyes. My instincts move my lips to his and I crash our mouths together. This might be my last time. Although I’m small, I take everything I have and put it into this kiss. Hugging him tightly, I securely wrap my arms around his neck and press my body as close to him as I can get. Moving my lips with need, I caress his – and he does the same. I try again to part his lips, and this time he accepts. The moment we intensify the kiss, I whimper, threading my fingers into his hair. God, it’s soft, exactly how I imagined it would be.
Please don’t let this be the end for us. Troy takes his hands off of my face and glides them down my body, running them over my neck, collarbone, breasts, and stomach until he finally lands on my hips and lifts me off of him. I stand before him not only mortified, but also utterly shocked when I see the expression
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