keep well, so I
felt like I had to eat as much as possible so it wouldn't go to
waste.
By the time we were done eating and started out to the parking lot,
my stomach was beginning to ache. I had eaten too much too fast, and
I was certain I'd be paying for it later—was already starting
to pay for it.
“ Do you want to do something
else?” Colton asked.
“ No. I think I best get home.”
He looked at his watch. “But it's only seven. We still have the
whole night ahead of us.”
“ I know, but that ice cream
really did me in.”
“ Maybe we should go do
something to work it off.” Colton gave me a devious look, and
my mind instantly filled in the gaps. “I mean, like playing
pool or bowling or something,” he continued, trying to play
innocent. That was so totally not what he had meant.
“ No. I'm too full. I should
really go.”
“ Well, you're no fun.”
Colton frowned. “Tomorrow then? We should hang out tomorrow.”
“ No. Tomorrow I have to see
Damien.”
He sighed, “Well, I suppose I can't horde you to myself all the
time, though I'd really like to.” A smile spread across his
lips, that same charming smile I was growing to love, though there
was something different behind his eyes. “I had a really good
time.”
“ Me too.”
That's when he stepped up to hug me. His embrace was tight, and it
lasted for far too long. It reminded me of the way Danica hugged
Damien, and I didn't like it.
When he pulled away, his face was close to mine. Dangerously close. I
could feel his breath on my skin, and then I realized what was
happening. His actions were fast, but everything seemed to be going
in slow motion. It was the moment of truth. What did I want? What
would I do? I only had a fraction of a second to decide.
Before his lips could reach mine, I turned my head. The kiss he
placed on my cheek was lingering, but when he pulled away, I could
see the hurt in his eyes.
“ I'm sorry. I thought . . .”
he stuttered.
“ I should go.” And with
that, I rushed to my car.
While I wasn't mad at Colton, I really didn't know how to handle the
situation. Me leaving was the best course of action. We could discuss
what had happened later, when we were both more level-headed, if he
even wanted to discuss it at all.
For the rest of the night, I worried over whether I had done the
right thing. Should I have let him kiss me? Maybe it would have
helped me to sort out my feelings. I think I knew deep down what my
feelings were though. Colton was cute and sweet, and maybe he was the
better choice for me, a better fit for my college lifestyle, but I
loved Damien, and as strange as our relationship was, I wouldn't
trade him for the world.
Still, it didn't hurt to think about what might have been. The night
could have progressed in a totally different direction if I had
allowed him to kiss me. We might have even ended up sleeping
together. Mmm.
Thoughts of sex filled my brain, causing that annoying itch between
my legs that I wasn't allowed to scratch. When I got really sexually
frustrated, I rolled around my bed and rubbed my thighs together,
hoping for any small amount of stimulation. Was it still masturbating
if I didn't use my hands? Damien would think so. All I could do was
groan and wait for Sunday. Even though I would be punished, the night
would still end with me getting off, and that's all that mattered.
Half the time, when I went over to
his house, we didn't even have sex, but he always made sure I had an
orgasm before I left. At least one, sometimes more. Now that I
thought about it, I really would like more sex with him. It was
strange to think he'd go the whole week without sex and then not be
rabid for it on the weekends. Suspicion returned to my mind. Maybe he
did have something else going on behind my back.
I huffed at the thought, trying to
blow it away. No. He had said he was mine. But then, why wasn't he
more upset about me going out with Colton?
Maybe I should have kissed Colton
after
felt like I had to eat as much as possible so it wouldn't go to
waste.
By the time we were done eating and started out to the parking lot,
my stomach was beginning to ache. I had eaten too much too fast, and
I was certain I'd be paying for it later—was already starting
to pay for it.
“ Do you want to do something
else?” Colton asked.
“ No. I think I best get home.”
He looked at his watch. “But it's only seven. We still have the
whole night ahead of us.”
“ I know, but that ice cream
really did me in.”
“ Maybe we should go do
something to work it off.” Colton gave me a devious look, and
my mind instantly filled in the gaps. “I mean, like playing
pool or bowling or something,” he continued, trying to play
innocent. That was so totally not what he had meant.
“ No. I'm too full. I should
really go.”
“ Well, you're no fun.”
Colton frowned. “Tomorrow then? We should hang out tomorrow.”
“ No. Tomorrow I have to see
Damien.”
He sighed, “Well, I suppose I can't horde you to myself all the
time, though I'd really like to.” A smile spread across his
lips, that same charming smile I was growing to love, though there
was something different behind his eyes. “I had a really good
time.”
“ Me too.”
That's when he stepped up to hug me. His embrace was tight, and it
lasted for far too long. It reminded me of the way Danica hugged
Damien, and I didn't like it.
When he pulled away, his face was close to mine. Dangerously close. I
could feel his breath on my skin, and then I realized what was
happening. His actions were fast, but everything seemed to be going
in slow motion. It was the moment of truth. What did I want? What
would I do? I only had a fraction of a second to decide.
Before his lips could reach mine, I turned my head. The kiss he
placed on my cheek was lingering, but when he pulled away, I could
see the hurt in his eyes.
“ I'm sorry. I thought . . .”
he stuttered.
“ I should go.” And with
that, I rushed to my car.
While I wasn't mad at Colton, I really didn't know how to handle the
situation. Me leaving was the best course of action. We could discuss
what had happened later, when we were both more level-headed, if he
even wanted to discuss it at all.
For the rest of the night, I worried over whether I had done the
right thing. Should I have let him kiss me? Maybe it would have
helped me to sort out my feelings. I think I knew deep down what my
feelings were though. Colton was cute and sweet, and maybe he was the
better choice for me, a better fit for my college lifestyle, but I
loved Damien, and as strange as our relationship was, I wouldn't
trade him for the world.
Still, it didn't hurt to think about what might have been. The night
could have progressed in a totally different direction if I had
allowed him to kiss me. We might have even ended up sleeping
together. Mmm.
Thoughts of sex filled my brain, causing that annoying itch between
my legs that I wasn't allowed to scratch. When I got really sexually
frustrated, I rolled around my bed and rubbed my thighs together,
hoping for any small amount of stimulation. Was it still masturbating
if I didn't use my hands? Damien would think so. All I could do was
groan and wait for Sunday. Even though I would be punished, the night
would still end with me getting off, and that's all that mattered.
Half the time, when I went over to
his house, we didn't even have sex, but he always made sure I had an
orgasm before I left. At least one, sometimes more. Now that I
thought about it, I really would like more sex with him. It was
strange to think he'd go the whole week without sex and then not be
rabid for it on the weekends. Suspicion returned to my mind. Maybe he
did have something else going on behind my back.
I huffed at the thought, trying to
blow it away. No. He had said he was mine. But then, why wasn't he
more upset about me going out with Colton?
Maybe I should have kissed Colton
after
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