falling into the arms of another man really so wrong? We both felt passionately about each other. I could see it in his eyes, and as he placed his own hand on top of mine, I didn’t want to keep resisting.
I looked up and lifted my chin ever-so-slightly.
He didn’t hesitate.
His lips were warm and moist. His kiss started soft, but then he kissed me deeper, running his hands up through my hair and resting them on the back of my head. He pulled me in closer, letting one hand drift to my lower back just under my shirt. I paused, biting my lower lip, opening my eyes. He was looking at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. He was looking at me with passion, with excitement, with yearning.
And I felt it too.
I closed my eyes and kissed him again, letting his hands drift higher up the back of my shirt, letting one settle softly on my rear. I traced the side of his face slowly with one finger, my other hand resting on his chest. Even through his pajamas I could feel the hardness of his abs: the reward of spending so much time at the gym.
And then he stopped, and he pulled away, and he smiled.
“That’s enough for now,” he told me.
“No,” I murmured, not wanting him to leave, not wanting to give up on this moment.
“There will be plenty more of that later,” Alex whispered softly in my ear. His warm breath poured over me and I felt a tingle rush through my body. When was the last time I had felt a rush like this? When was the last time I had felt a tingle like this? When was the last time someone had made me quiver in anticipation the way that he did?
“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered. My eyes pleaded with him to stay just a few more minutes, but he did not indulge me.
"You just got out of a relationship," he told me. "We should take things slow. I care about you, Liz, and I truly respect you: enough for me to wait for you."
I tried not to roll my eyes. What was this? A 1930s romance? I was an adult. I didn't have to wait to jump into another relationship, but despite my inner protests, I knew he was right. We should at least wait until I moved out, right? We should at least wait until I had my own place, had things figured out, had established some sort of identity for myself apart from Tim.
"Stay just a little longer," I whispered to Alex. Things didn't have to go far. We could just sit together, just spend a little bit of the morning together.
But Alex didn't stay. Instead, with a soft kiss on my forehead, he turned and left the room as quickly as he had come.
Chapter 13
"You did what? " Molly practically screamed at lunch.
I tried not to choke on my sandwich, but I was caught off guard from her reaction and started to.
"Calm down," she said, thrusting a glass of water toward me. "And tell me everything."
So I did, as rationally and casually as I could. It was simple, really: Alex was my boss and I was living in his extra guest room or guest apartment thing for free while I looked for a place. And Alex and I liked each other, but we hadn't slept together. Simple.
"What about Tim?"
Perturbed by her question, I shot back "What about him?"
"Lizzie, you really loved him," Molly said softly. Despite the fact that I didn't want to listen to any of her advice right now, I knew Molly was right. I didn't want her to be, but she was.
"I did love him." I admitted. "A lot."
I looked up and lifted my chin ever-so-slightly.
He didn’t hesitate.
His lips were warm and moist. His kiss started soft, but then he kissed me deeper, running his hands up through my hair and resting them on the back of my head. He pulled me in closer, letting one hand drift to my lower back just under my shirt. I paused, biting my lower lip, opening my eyes. He was looking at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. He was looking at me with passion, with excitement, with yearning.
And I felt it too.
I closed my eyes and kissed him again, letting his hands drift higher up the back of my shirt, letting one settle softly on my rear. I traced the side of his face slowly with one finger, my other hand resting on his chest. Even through his pajamas I could feel the hardness of his abs: the reward of spending so much time at the gym.
And then he stopped, and he pulled away, and he smiled.
“That’s enough for now,” he told me.
“No,” I murmured, not wanting him to leave, not wanting to give up on this moment.
“There will be plenty more of that later,” Alex whispered softly in my ear. His warm breath poured over me and I felt a tingle rush through my body. When was the last time I had felt a rush like this? When was the last time I had felt a tingle like this? When was the last time someone had made me quiver in anticipation the way that he did?
“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered. My eyes pleaded with him to stay just a few more minutes, but he did not indulge me.
"You just got out of a relationship," he told me. "We should take things slow. I care about you, Liz, and I truly respect you: enough for me to wait for you."
I tried not to roll my eyes. What was this? A 1930s romance? I was an adult. I didn't have to wait to jump into another relationship, but despite my inner protests, I knew he was right. We should at least wait until I moved out, right? We should at least wait until I had my own place, had things figured out, had established some sort of identity for myself apart from Tim.
"Stay just a little longer," I whispered to Alex. Things didn't have to go far. We could just sit together, just spend a little bit of the morning together.
But Alex didn't stay. Instead, with a soft kiss on my forehead, he turned and left the room as quickly as he had come.
Chapter 13
"You did what? " Molly practically screamed at lunch.
I tried not to choke on my sandwich, but I was caught off guard from her reaction and started to.
"Calm down," she said, thrusting a glass of water toward me. "And tell me everything."
So I did, as rationally and casually as I could. It was simple, really: Alex was my boss and I was living in his extra guest room or guest apartment thing for free while I looked for a place. And Alex and I liked each other, but we hadn't slept together. Simple.
"What about Tim?"
Perturbed by her question, I shot back "What about him?"
"Lizzie, you really loved him," Molly said softly. Despite the fact that I didn't want to listen to any of her advice right now, I knew Molly was right. I didn't want her to be, but she was.
"I did love him." I admitted. "A lot."
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