voice.
“No.” I choke out.
He moves closer to me, our bodies within touching distance. His minty freshness invades my senses.
His hands hover over my face for a second before he places his warm finger tips under my eyes and gently wipes away my falling tears. This one simple action creates strange knots in my tummy, releasing more tears. His voice is soft and tender when he speaks. “Then why are you crying?”
I hate having him see me breakdown like this. Have I not made enough of an idiot in front of this man? “So what are you now, my new best friend?”
He recoils and his fingers leave my face. “I’m trying to be bloody kind here but you just so fucking full of yourself.” His hand reaches out and grabs the letter that I’m still holding on to.
I try to pull it from him but he takes a few steps away from me and reads Ethan’s hurtful words to me.
“Who the fuck is this asshole?” I cannot miss the shocked expression on his face. Something screams weird and his eyes are as dark as midnight when he looks up at me. He curses some more. “Is he the fuck that broke your heart?”
Luke is a hundred percent right... Ethan is an asshole. There is no reasonable explanation as to why I should defend Ethan. But for some reason probably related to pride I do. “Shut up!” I scream at him. “You know nothing about him.” I yell as I move to close the gap between us. I grab the letter from his hand and stuff it into a side pocket in my bag.
“I know everything.” He replies coolly not looking the least bit surprised.
And I know just who filled him in. Travis and his big bloody mouth.
Luke shrugs his shoulder. “No big deal, you’ll get over it.”
What the hell does he know? He’s probably never been dumped his entire life.
“Shut up. Please. I just want some peace and quiet. Can you give me that or is it too much to ask?” I beg him.
I’m tired of hearing everyone telling me it is going to be okay. I am okay. Just tired and I want to sleep. I look longingly at the couch where his blue blanket is lying in a crumpled pile.
“Fine. Provided you are done with your screaming, because I’m exhausted and in need of some sleep.” And with that he turns away from me, strolling over to the couch to make himself comfortable.
“Fine.” I whimper.
I notice he only occupies one side of the couch resting his feet on the long wooden coffee table in front of him leaving enough room for me to get comfy on the opposite end. I slowly make my way across to the couch and place my bag by my feet at my corner of the couch. Grabbing my pink woollen blanket - that is neatly folded and lying at the edge of the coffee table - and I cover myself. I turn onto my side facing away from him.
My brain feels like scrambled eggs. The events of the last two days have drained me. I just want some peace and quiet as I will myself to sleep. I refuse to let any of those thoughts in my mind. If only we were born equipped with a delete button.
As I lie there I hear Luke’s breathing slowly even out and I know he has fallen asleep. I glance at him over my shoulder and see he is sound asleep with his head resting on his forearm. My eyelids are heavy from the tears earlier and before I know it I am asleep next to him.
****
Ethan’s beautiful face hovers closely over mine, his warm breath on me as he lowers his full lips onto mine, kissing me sweetly. Soft and slowly as his tongue slips between my teeth, dancing ardently inside my mouth, sending mind blowing ripples throughout my scorching body.
His warm hands reach up to gently grip the sides of my face, holding my head in place as he deepens his kiss, pouring his passion into me.
He helps to position me so my legs are on either side of his hips - straddling him. My hands, hungry to touch him, reach out and slide down his hot finely chiselled chest. I feel the rapid beat of his heart under my finger tips as they move lower down to his rippled tummy, slowly stroking rock
“No.” I choke out.
He moves closer to me, our bodies within touching distance. His minty freshness invades my senses.
His hands hover over my face for a second before he places his warm finger tips under my eyes and gently wipes away my falling tears. This one simple action creates strange knots in my tummy, releasing more tears. His voice is soft and tender when he speaks. “Then why are you crying?”
I hate having him see me breakdown like this. Have I not made enough of an idiot in front of this man? “So what are you now, my new best friend?”
He recoils and his fingers leave my face. “I’m trying to be bloody kind here but you just so fucking full of yourself.” His hand reaches out and grabs the letter that I’m still holding on to.
I try to pull it from him but he takes a few steps away from me and reads Ethan’s hurtful words to me.
“Who the fuck is this asshole?” I cannot miss the shocked expression on his face. Something screams weird and his eyes are as dark as midnight when he looks up at me. He curses some more. “Is he the fuck that broke your heart?”
Luke is a hundred percent right... Ethan is an asshole. There is no reasonable explanation as to why I should defend Ethan. But for some reason probably related to pride I do. “Shut up!” I scream at him. “You know nothing about him.” I yell as I move to close the gap between us. I grab the letter from his hand and stuff it into a side pocket in my bag.
“I know everything.” He replies coolly not looking the least bit surprised.
And I know just who filled him in. Travis and his big bloody mouth.
Luke shrugs his shoulder. “No big deal, you’ll get over it.”
What the hell does he know? He’s probably never been dumped his entire life.
“Shut up. Please. I just want some peace and quiet. Can you give me that or is it too much to ask?” I beg him.
I’m tired of hearing everyone telling me it is going to be okay. I am okay. Just tired and I want to sleep. I look longingly at the couch where his blue blanket is lying in a crumpled pile.
“Fine. Provided you are done with your screaming, because I’m exhausted and in need of some sleep.” And with that he turns away from me, strolling over to the couch to make himself comfortable.
“Fine.” I whimper.
I notice he only occupies one side of the couch resting his feet on the long wooden coffee table in front of him leaving enough room for me to get comfy on the opposite end. I slowly make my way across to the couch and place my bag by my feet at my corner of the couch. Grabbing my pink woollen blanket - that is neatly folded and lying at the edge of the coffee table - and I cover myself. I turn onto my side facing away from him.
My brain feels like scrambled eggs. The events of the last two days have drained me. I just want some peace and quiet as I will myself to sleep. I refuse to let any of those thoughts in my mind. If only we were born equipped with a delete button.
As I lie there I hear Luke’s breathing slowly even out and I know he has fallen asleep. I glance at him over my shoulder and see he is sound asleep with his head resting on his forearm. My eyelids are heavy from the tears earlier and before I know it I am asleep next to him.
****
Ethan’s beautiful face hovers closely over mine, his warm breath on me as he lowers his full lips onto mine, kissing me sweetly. Soft and slowly as his tongue slips between my teeth, dancing ardently inside my mouth, sending mind blowing ripples throughout my scorching body.
His warm hands reach up to gently grip the sides of my face, holding my head in place as he deepens his kiss, pouring his passion into me.
He helps to position me so my legs are on either side of his hips - straddling him. My hands, hungry to touch him, reach out and slide down his hot finely chiselled chest. I feel the rapid beat of his heart under my finger tips as they move lower down to his rippled tummy, slowly stroking rock
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