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speechless.
He sat on the edge of my bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “But when I was with you, here, all I could think of was being here forever. It scared the shit out of me. I knew I had to get away and do what I’m best at. Meaningless sex. Before I could even take that girl home, you e-mailed me. That night, I sat here, outside your door, but you never came home.” Before I could challenge his statement, he responded to my skepticism. “Ask Shay. She came home and saw me sitting here.” Shay hadn’t told me. Had I known that he’d gone to such lengths to make things right that same night, I might have let him explain sooner. I certainly wouldn’t have deleted his e-mails without reading them.
It got uncomfortably quiet in my room as I tried to digest what he had told me and he tried to force himself to keep talking. “You ignored me, for weeks. I left and went to New York and made a stupid drunken mistake. I promise you if you give me a chance I’ll never hurt you.” As he talked, I felt tears forming in my eyes. If he wasn’t being honest and sincere, pouring out his heart to me, I was beyond gullible and deserved whatever came my way.
“Bentley, I don’t need your excuses. We weren’t dating or exclusive. You don’t have to explain your actions to me. I’m just some girl.” I lowered down onto the bed next to him, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as I placed my hand on his leg. Feeling the warmth of his thigh against my palm gave me hope that everything was going to work itself out. If we both allowed it.
“That’s the problem, Charlie,” he snapped, taking off his baseball cap to run his fingers through his hair. “You aren’t just some girl. You’re different. That’s what started all of this, the fact that you’re not like every other girl I’ve spent time with. Please, just give me a second chance to prove that to you?”
I wanted to give him a second chance, but could I put myself back in that position? The worst that could happen was that I would find out again he was a shit bag. It wouldn’t be the first time I discovered a guy was an asshole.
“I guess I can try.” I shrugged as I looked over at him. A smile washed over his face as he looked over at me. He pulled me off the bed, spinning me around like I had just said yes to marrying him or something. Room spinning. Bad idea.
“I won’t fuck it up, I swear,” he promised as he planted quick kisses along my jaw.
“I really hope not,” I sighed. I wanted to believe that he wouldn’t screw things up between us again, but even he admitted he wasn’t good at dealing with women. It would be something we both had to work at. Together.
I looked over at him. His blue eyes looked like the ocean on a clear day. His lips were almost touching mine and I couldn’t have pulled away if I wanted to. As soon as our lips met, I was in Heaven. His kiss was soft and sweet. As nice as those gentle kisses were, I needed more. He realized that from the way I was feverishly kissing him back and he deepened his kiss. Our tongues meeting in frantic licks.
While locked in our passionate kiss, his hands started to explore. Slowly moving from my hips down to my ass. Then back up and landed right on my breasts. I melted under his fingertips. His touch felt impatient. I tugged on the t-shirt he was wearing, breaking our kiss to move it over his head and onto my floor. As much as I wanted him, I could feel Bentley holding back.
“I want you. Right now, I don’t... want... to wait... anymore,” I panted, so turned on it was hard to breathe.
“Not like this. Not now,” he protested.
I stared square into his blue eyes, “Now! I want you inside me! Don’t hold back Bentley, make love to me, please.”
He finally understood that I wasn’t going to back down and slowly he started to strip me, starting with my t-shirt, then helping me kick my jeans off. I stood before him in my bra and panties. He was slow and gentle with each
He sat on the edge of my bed, resting his elbows on his knees. “But when I was with you, here, all I could think of was being here forever. It scared the shit out of me. I knew I had to get away and do what I’m best at. Meaningless sex. Before I could even take that girl home, you e-mailed me. That night, I sat here, outside your door, but you never came home.” Before I could challenge his statement, he responded to my skepticism. “Ask Shay. She came home and saw me sitting here.” Shay hadn’t told me. Had I known that he’d gone to such lengths to make things right that same night, I might have let him explain sooner. I certainly wouldn’t have deleted his e-mails without reading them.
It got uncomfortably quiet in my room as I tried to digest what he had told me and he tried to force himself to keep talking. “You ignored me, for weeks. I left and went to New York and made a stupid drunken mistake. I promise you if you give me a chance I’ll never hurt you.” As he talked, I felt tears forming in my eyes. If he wasn’t being honest and sincere, pouring out his heart to me, I was beyond gullible and deserved whatever came my way.
“Bentley, I don’t need your excuses. We weren’t dating or exclusive. You don’t have to explain your actions to me. I’m just some girl.” I lowered down onto the bed next to him, tears beginning to fall down my cheeks as I placed my hand on his leg. Feeling the warmth of his thigh against my palm gave me hope that everything was going to work itself out. If we both allowed it.
“That’s the problem, Charlie,” he snapped, taking off his baseball cap to run his fingers through his hair. “You aren’t just some girl. You’re different. That’s what started all of this, the fact that you’re not like every other girl I’ve spent time with. Please, just give me a second chance to prove that to you?”
I wanted to give him a second chance, but could I put myself back in that position? The worst that could happen was that I would find out again he was a shit bag. It wouldn’t be the first time I discovered a guy was an asshole.
“I guess I can try.” I shrugged as I looked over at him. A smile washed over his face as he looked over at me. He pulled me off the bed, spinning me around like I had just said yes to marrying him or something. Room spinning. Bad idea.
“I won’t fuck it up, I swear,” he promised as he planted quick kisses along my jaw.
“I really hope not,” I sighed. I wanted to believe that he wouldn’t screw things up between us again, but even he admitted he wasn’t good at dealing with women. It would be something we both had to work at. Together.
I looked over at him. His blue eyes looked like the ocean on a clear day. His lips were almost touching mine and I couldn’t have pulled away if I wanted to. As soon as our lips met, I was in Heaven. His kiss was soft and sweet. As nice as those gentle kisses were, I needed more. He realized that from the way I was feverishly kissing him back and he deepened his kiss. Our tongues meeting in frantic licks.
While locked in our passionate kiss, his hands started to explore. Slowly moving from my hips down to my ass. Then back up and landed right on my breasts. I melted under his fingertips. His touch felt impatient. I tugged on the t-shirt he was wearing, breaking our kiss to move it over his head and onto my floor. As much as I wanted him, I could feel Bentley holding back.
“I want you. Right now, I don’t... want... to wait... anymore,” I panted, so turned on it was hard to breathe.
“Not like this. Not now,” he protested.
I stared square into his blue eyes, “Now! I want you inside me! Don’t hold back Bentley, make love to me, please.”
He finally understood that I wasn’t going to back down and slowly he started to strip me, starting with my t-shirt, then helping me kick my jeans off. I stood before him in my bra and panties. He was slow and gentle with each
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