about 5 feet away from me. She was covered in blood and had her hands on her forehead. She was rocking back and forth. She looked over at me and said 'I'm sorry'.
“ I once again passed out. When I came to, it was 2 weeks later. I was in the hospital. Steve, he was my surgeon, and Emily was my social worker. Steve saved my life, and Emily helped me through one of the worst times of my life.
“ The first few weeks were the worst. I wanted to hate my mom so bad, but I couldn't. I wanted her. I needed her to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be ok.”
There was so much emotion in her eyes. She gently pulled up her shirt and showed me the scar, and I swallowed hard. I tried not to cry.
I didn't even cry at my own father's funeral. Why do I suddenly feel like bawling?
“ So now you know,” she said, pulling down her shirt. “And I won't blame you if you run away. In fact, you'd probably be crazy to stay.”
I looked her in the eyes. “I will never run away from you, Roxy Gibson. Never.”
She looked shocked at my words, but she smiled through her tears. “Why?” she whispered.
“ I care too much about you to run away,” I whispered back. She shivered, but not because she was scared. I gently ran my finger up the side of her arm. “I'm not going anywhere,” I promised.
Roxy looked at me, and I swear my heart dropped into my lower intestine. I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her. I knew that I shouldn't. She just told me her own mother tried to kill her. Kissing her felt like an extremely selfish thing to do at that exact moment.
I looked at her lips, and silently wondered what they would taste like. I imagined they would taste like she smelled... Like cotton candy. She licked her lips. I looked her in the eye once more. Was that... desire ? Certainly not.
She inched a little closer to me, and tilted her head up towards me. It was then that I knew she too wanted to kiss me. I knew I shouldn't, but I did it anyway.
I lowered my lips to hers and gently kissed her.
In the past when I kissed a girl, it was with force. I only wanted one thing from them, but with Roxy it's different. I don't just want to have sex with her. I want her, all of her. And not just for one night. I wanted her for long term.
Her lips parted and I stuck my tongue inside. I was right... she did taste like cotton candy. I started to kiss her hungrily. I needed more of her. She too became eager. I pulled her over on my lap, never letting my lips leave hers. She straddled me with her butt against the steering wheel. I let my hands roam on her body, and she played with my hair. She was like a drug I couldn't get enough of.
Suddenly, I heard a horn honk. We both pulled back, and laughed when we realized it was her who accidentally honked the horn with her behind. It was probably a good thing, because I was about to take her right here and now. She deserved more than that. I wanted to go slow with her, and we definitely weren't going slow.
“As much as I want to take you right here, I'd rather our first time not be in your car at a truck stop.”
She smiled at my words. “You're probably right.” Her voice was breathless, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
Roxy climbed off my lap, and back into the passenger seat. She put on her seat belt, and after I felt confident I could drive again, we took off. But I couldn't stop thinking about her, and that kiss. I adjusted my pants, and hoped she couldn't see how hard she made me.
NINE
ROXY
I opened up to Aiden. Surprisingly, he didn't run, and he didn't think I was a psychopath. In fact, quite the opposite happened. And my head was still spinning from the earth shattering kiss we shared.
I had never kissed a boy before last night, but what I imagined was completely different from what I actually felt. I remembered how it felt to have his hands on me. I remembered feeling the bulge in his pants while I straddled him, and I couldn't help but smile. Were kisses
“ I once again passed out. When I came to, it was 2 weeks later. I was in the hospital. Steve, he was my surgeon, and Emily was my social worker. Steve saved my life, and Emily helped me through one of the worst times of my life.
“ The first few weeks were the worst. I wanted to hate my mom so bad, but I couldn't. I wanted her. I needed her to comfort me and tell me everything was going to be ok.”
There was so much emotion in her eyes. She gently pulled up her shirt and showed me the scar, and I swallowed hard. I tried not to cry.
I didn't even cry at my own father's funeral. Why do I suddenly feel like bawling?
“ So now you know,” she said, pulling down her shirt. “And I won't blame you if you run away. In fact, you'd probably be crazy to stay.”
I looked her in the eyes. “I will never run away from you, Roxy Gibson. Never.”
She looked shocked at my words, but she smiled through her tears. “Why?” she whispered.
“ I care too much about you to run away,” I whispered back. She shivered, but not because she was scared. I gently ran my finger up the side of her arm. “I'm not going anywhere,” I promised.
Roxy looked at me, and I swear my heart dropped into my lower intestine. I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her. I knew that I shouldn't. She just told me her own mother tried to kill her. Kissing her felt like an extremely selfish thing to do at that exact moment.
I looked at her lips, and silently wondered what they would taste like. I imagined they would taste like she smelled... Like cotton candy. She licked her lips. I looked her in the eye once more. Was that... desire ? Certainly not.
She inched a little closer to me, and tilted her head up towards me. It was then that I knew she too wanted to kiss me. I knew I shouldn't, but I did it anyway.
I lowered my lips to hers and gently kissed her.
In the past when I kissed a girl, it was with force. I only wanted one thing from them, but with Roxy it's different. I don't just want to have sex with her. I want her, all of her. And not just for one night. I wanted her for long term.
Her lips parted and I stuck my tongue inside. I was right... she did taste like cotton candy. I started to kiss her hungrily. I needed more of her. She too became eager. I pulled her over on my lap, never letting my lips leave hers. She straddled me with her butt against the steering wheel. I let my hands roam on her body, and she played with my hair. She was like a drug I couldn't get enough of.
Suddenly, I heard a horn honk. We both pulled back, and laughed when we realized it was her who accidentally honked the horn with her behind. It was probably a good thing, because I was about to take her right here and now. She deserved more than that. I wanted to go slow with her, and we definitely weren't going slow.
“As much as I want to take you right here, I'd rather our first time not be in your car at a truck stop.”
She smiled at my words. “You're probably right.” Her voice was breathless, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.
Roxy climbed off my lap, and back into the passenger seat. She put on her seat belt, and after I felt confident I could drive again, we took off. But I couldn't stop thinking about her, and that kiss. I adjusted my pants, and hoped she couldn't see how hard she made me.
NINE
ROXY
I opened up to Aiden. Surprisingly, he didn't run, and he didn't think I was a psychopath. In fact, quite the opposite happened. And my head was still spinning from the earth shattering kiss we shared.
I had never kissed a boy before last night, but what I imagined was completely different from what I actually felt. I remembered how it felt to have his hands on me. I remembered feeling the bulge in his pants while I straddled him, and I couldn't help but smile. Were kisses
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