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Authors: Lisa Sommers
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Tonight was overwhelming in more ways than one and I can’t quite grasp my feelings on any of it at the moment.
“Where are you parked?” Derek asks.
“Just around the corner here.” I point to the edge of the stadium. We walk in comfortable silence. So much has been said between us over the past twenty-four hours and yet, we can still be in each other’s company not having to say a word.
It’s still warm out, it being summer and all. There is so much more to talk about, but it’s nice to know that we can still have this time between us.
We get to my car and Derek grabs my keys from me. “Here let me open this for you.”
I smile up at him as he continues to take care of me.
“Chels, I’m sorry.” He turns to face me, putting his thumb under my chin so that I have to look up at him. “I’m sorry that I pushed you into something you’re not ready for.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry that I am not what you need at the moment.” Where is he going with this? “Maybe this week apart will do us both good.”
I am not sure why I all of a sudden feel his loss. It’s not that I don’t want him. I do. I just need to work through some issues right now. My own issues.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we are not made for one another.” What? No! “Hell, we aren’t even dating. It was wrong of me to expect more from you.” Derek gently pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He slides his thumb down making my lips part. He lowers his head and kisses my mouth. He nips at my lower lip and pulls gently with his teeth, causing me to moan against his mouth.
I keep my arms by my side not liking the feeling of what feels like a goodbye from Derek. But, I can’t lead him on any longer. He’s right, maybe this week apart will be good for us. It seems we have become dependent on each other lately and me making myself a little too comfortable in Derek’s embrace is not where this can lead.
Derek releases his hold on me as he backs away. I can’t seem to make myself get in my car and he knows it. He stops when he’s about fifteen feet away. “Get in your car, Chelsea.”
I remain where I stand, because I am afraid that if I move my knees might buckle. “Why does this feel like goodbye?” I finally ask.
Chapter 8
Derek
I stand here in the dark of the stadium parking lot not knowing what I should do. Does she want me to go to her? Does she want me just say everything is fine? Because it’s not. It kills me to think that the minute she leaves here and goes home that she’ll probably end up calling that other guy over to her condo. And that’s the last thing I want. Just the thought of that dude putting his hands on her drives me fucking insane. Yeah, it’s what our original deal was, but screw that . . . I want a new deal. A deal that only involves her and me. No one else.
My thoughts are running all over the place knowing that I have to be away from her this entire week. Knowing that I won’t be able to see her or touch her for at least a week or even longer does things to my mind that I’m not familiar with. I’ve never felt this strongly towards anyone before.
“Chelsea,” I shake my head. “I don’t know what you want from me.” My voice crackles with concern.
“I want . . .” she trails off, not willing to finish her sentence.
I throw my hands up in the air. “What? What do you want?” I say louder than I intend to. “Chelsea, I can’t do this.” This is not what I meant to say tonight at all. She has me so fucking confused right now. I don’t know what I’m saying.
Chelsea nods her head and I don’t know what to make of it. Is she agreeing with me? I want nothing more than for her to come running into my arms. To come home with me. To kiss me. Make love to me. There is nothing I want more than to go to her, push her up against her car and show her what she’d miss. Show her that what we have is more than just a fling. But, at this point, the ball is
“Where are you parked?” Derek asks.
“Just around the corner here.” I point to the edge of the stadium. We walk in comfortable silence. So much has been said between us over the past twenty-four hours and yet, we can still be in each other’s company not having to say a word.
It’s still warm out, it being summer and all. There is so much more to talk about, but it’s nice to know that we can still have this time between us.
We get to my car and Derek grabs my keys from me. “Here let me open this for you.”
I smile up at him as he continues to take care of me.
“Chels, I’m sorry.” He turns to face me, putting his thumb under my chin so that I have to look up at him. “I’m sorry that I pushed you into something you’re not ready for.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry that I am not what you need at the moment.” Where is he going with this? “Maybe this week apart will do us both good.”
I am not sure why I all of a sudden feel his loss. It’s not that I don’t want him. I do. I just need to work through some issues right now. My own issues.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we are not made for one another.” What? No! “Hell, we aren’t even dating. It was wrong of me to expect more from you.” Derek gently pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He slides his thumb down making my lips part. He lowers his head and kisses my mouth. He nips at my lower lip and pulls gently with his teeth, causing me to moan against his mouth.
I keep my arms by my side not liking the feeling of what feels like a goodbye from Derek. But, I can’t lead him on any longer. He’s right, maybe this week apart will be good for us. It seems we have become dependent on each other lately and me making myself a little too comfortable in Derek’s embrace is not where this can lead.
Derek releases his hold on me as he backs away. I can’t seem to make myself get in my car and he knows it. He stops when he’s about fifteen feet away. “Get in your car, Chelsea.”
I remain where I stand, because I am afraid that if I move my knees might buckle. “Why does this feel like goodbye?” I finally ask.
Chapter 8
Derek
I stand here in the dark of the stadium parking lot not knowing what I should do. Does she want me to go to her? Does she want me just say everything is fine? Because it’s not. It kills me to think that the minute she leaves here and goes home that she’ll probably end up calling that other guy over to her condo. And that’s the last thing I want. Just the thought of that dude putting his hands on her drives me fucking insane. Yeah, it’s what our original deal was, but screw that . . . I want a new deal. A deal that only involves her and me. No one else.
My thoughts are running all over the place knowing that I have to be away from her this entire week. Knowing that I won’t be able to see her or touch her for at least a week or even longer does things to my mind that I’m not familiar with. I’ve never felt this strongly towards anyone before.
“Chelsea,” I shake my head. “I don’t know what you want from me.” My voice crackles with concern.
“I want . . .” she trails off, not willing to finish her sentence.
I throw my hands up in the air. “What? What do you want?” I say louder than I intend to. “Chelsea, I can’t do this.” This is not what I meant to say tonight at all. She has me so fucking confused right now. I don’t know what I’m saying.
Chelsea nods her head and I don’t know what to make of it. Is she agreeing with me? I want nothing more than for her to come running into my arms. To come home with me. To kiss me. Make love to me. There is nothing I want more than to go to her, push her up against her car and show her what she’d miss. Show her that what we have is more than just a fling. But, at this point, the ball is
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