couldn't help but notice hers, too. They were the softest, most heavenly looking things he'd ever seen. Desire threatened to overwhelm him.
Warning bells were going off somewhere in the back of his mind. He tried to silence them, but they wouldn't go away. He knew what she wanted and he wanted it, too.
But he just couldn't.
"Sarah, wait," he said. "We can't do this."
"Can't do what?" she said, innocently.
Neither of them moved. Their lips were still on the verge of touching, and Jeremy knew that if he felt them press against him he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"It's not right--not like this," he said. He let out a groan as he backed himself away, but he had to put some distance between them. A look of worried concern came over her.
"I don't understand," she said. "Is it something I did?"
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"It's just... You've been drinking..." He let out another groan as he said it, he felt like a fool, but he had to do what he thought was right. "I just don't want it to be like that."
She frowned at him. "You're not taking advantage of me or anything like that."
"I just want our first time to mean something," he said. "I don't want it to be like this."
She looked like she was bout to say something, but fell silent instead. The pained look on her face crushed him, and he wondered if he was making a mistake. He wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world, but he didn't want to cheapen it in any way, she deserved more than that, he wanted to do it right.
"I should get going," he said, again, breaking the silence.
Sarah nodded and pulled away from him. Her hands slid down his chest as she did, sending shivers through his spine.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said. "To make sure you remember our date on Saturday."
She smiled at him, though it was a pained one.
"Trust me, I won't forget it."
He smiled and forced himself to walk away.
Despite not being able to kiss her, walking away was the hardest thing he'd done all night.
Chapter 11
The next morning, Sarah awoke with her head feeling like it was going to collapse in on itself. And it wasn't because she was hungover. Her thoughts flashed back on the night before--the way she'd acted made her cringe.
She rubbed her forehead, trying not to think about how forward she'd been with him. What had possessed her to act like that? Thing shad been going so well, and then the last memory she had of him was the look on his face when he walked away, the disappointment he had in his eye after he shot her down.
She let out a groan. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be?
Sarah pulled herself together enough to take a shower and get ready for the day. Then she swung by Reagan's room to see how her night with Tate had turned out. She also needed someone to commiserate with, someone that might be able to tell hr how she could fix things with Jeremy.
Knocking on her door, Sarah heard Reagan call out from inside. Sarah poked her head into the room, finding her friend twisted up on the floor, her legs, arms, and body twisted like a pretzel. Her face was red and there were beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
"What in the world are you doing?" Sarah said.
"Yoga."
Sarah let out a sympathetic groan.
"How can you do that? It hurts just watching you."
"It's good exercise," Reagan said, her voice tight.
Reagan's breaths were labored and her face got even redder the longer she held the position. She was definitely in good shape. Her legs were long and lean, and smooth lines wrapped around the muscles in her shoulders. Sarah hadn't worked out a day in her life--she was naturally skinny, and thankful for it.
Reagan rolled over until she was flat on her butt. She had the satisfactory look of pleasurable relief in her eye. But when she looked at Sarah, her brow knitted together in concern.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Sarah let out a huff and shut the door behind her.
"I made the biggest fool of myself last night."
"You always think that--tell
Warning bells were going off somewhere in the back of his mind. He tried to silence them, but they wouldn't go away. He knew what she wanted and he wanted it, too.
But he just couldn't.
"Sarah, wait," he said. "We can't do this."
"Can't do what?" she said, innocently.
Neither of them moved. Their lips were still on the verge of touching, and Jeremy knew that if he felt them press against him he wouldn't be able to control himself.
"It's not right--not like this," he said. He let out a groan as he backed himself away, but he had to put some distance between them. A look of worried concern came over her.
"I don't understand," she said. "Is it something I did?"
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Then what?"
"It's just... You've been drinking..." He let out another groan as he said it, he felt like a fool, but he had to do what he thought was right. "I just don't want it to be like that."
She frowned at him. "You're not taking advantage of me or anything like that."
"I just want our first time to mean something," he said. "I don't want it to be like this."
She looked like she was bout to say something, but fell silent instead. The pained look on her face crushed him, and he wondered if he was making a mistake. He wanted to kiss her more than anything in the world, but he didn't want to cheapen it in any way, she deserved more than that, he wanted to do it right.
"I should get going," he said, again, breaking the silence.
Sarah nodded and pulled away from him. Her hands slid down his chest as she did, sending shivers through his spine.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said. "To make sure you remember our date on Saturday."
She smiled at him, though it was a pained one.
"Trust me, I won't forget it."
He smiled and forced himself to walk away.
Despite not being able to kiss her, walking away was the hardest thing he'd done all night.
Chapter 11
The next morning, Sarah awoke with her head feeling like it was going to collapse in on itself. And it wasn't because she was hungover. Her thoughts flashed back on the night before--the way she'd acted made her cringe.
She rubbed her forehead, trying not to think about how forward she'd been with him. What had possessed her to act like that? Thing shad been going so well, and then the last memory she had of him was the look on his face when he walked away, the disappointment he had in his eye after he shot her down.
She let out a groan. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be?
Sarah pulled herself together enough to take a shower and get ready for the day. Then she swung by Reagan's room to see how her night with Tate had turned out. She also needed someone to commiserate with, someone that might be able to tell hr how she could fix things with Jeremy.
Knocking on her door, Sarah heard Reagan call out from inside. Sarah poked her head into the room, finding her friend twisted up on the floor, her legs, arms, and body twisted like a pretzel. Her face was red and there were beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
"What in the world are you doing?" Sarah said.
"Yoga."
Sarah let out a sympathetic groan.
"How can you do that? It hurts just watching you."
"It's good exercise," Reagan said, her voice tight.
Reagan's breaths were labored and her face got even redder the longer she held the position. She was definitely in good shape. Her legs were long and lean, and smooth lines wrapped around the muscles in her shoulders. Sarah hadn't worked out a day in her life--she was naturally skinny, and thankful for it.
Reagan rolled over until she was flat on her butt. She had the satisfactory look of pleasurable relief in her eye. But when she looked at Sarah, her brow knitted together in concern.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Sarah let out a huff and shut the door behind her.
"I made the biggest fool of myself last night."
"You always think that--tell
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