sea
of emotions engulfed her, and suddenly she was fighting for more of him. Hungry
and eager, she found herself taking control of their kiss. She ground herself
against him and he moaned. He pulled back and let out a shaky breath.
“Cara,” he said breathlessly, as he held
her face in his hands. Shock and embarrassment covered her face. She touched
her lips; they were plump and moist from his mouth.
“I’m sorry.” She said, and scrambled to
get off of him. He reached for her, and caught her hips just before she could
slide off him. “Jake, just let me go, please.” She begged her cheeks reddening.
She had to get out of there now, before the tears that were threatening to
spill, actually did.
“Stop it.” He said softly. “There’s
nothing to be sorry about. Cara, look at me.”
She lifted her head and glanced up at the
ceiling, trying to will the tears in, but failed, and when they fell, she
quickly started to wipe at them. “Can we just forget this happened?” She said,
sniffling.
He sighed, taking her hand in his. “If
that’s what you want.”
His simple words made her look at him, and
not care if she cried or not. Did that mean he didn’t want to forget it happened?
She shook her head, it didn’t matter. She needed this to go away; she needed
things to be normal. They had been so careful not to cross any lines between
them, and then she went and did this. “I just- I can’t do this with you, Jake.”
She moved his hands from her hips and got off the bed, she needed space between
them.
“Cara, it’s not like I never kissed you
before.”
“We were always drunk!” She said quickly.
“This was different.”
“You’re scared.”
“No! Yes! I don’t know.” She pulled her
hair back and tied it up in a messy bun with the hair tie that was resting on
her wrist. “The only thing I know is that you are everything to me, and I don’t
want to mess that up. I won’t mess that up.”
Jake sat up, throwing his legs over the
side of the bed. He stared up at her. He was completely calm and that
infuriated her. She was a bundle of nerves and emotions and he was completely
unaffected, aside from the bulge between his legs. “You think I want to mess things
up between us? That this thing between you and me,” he motioned back and forth
between them with his hands. “Doesn’t mean just as much to me as it does to
you?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and
bent down to pick up her boots. She knew very well that their relationship
meant a lot to him. She looked back at him when he stood up from the bed. He
didn’t advance towards her, he just stared at her.
“I’m not suggesting we jump into bed
together or even explore whatever the hell just happened here. What I’m saying
is we don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen. We can just accept it and move
on. The most important thing is that we don’t let it come between us.”
She stared at him. He was right, and she
knew it. So they kissed; big deal. So what if she couldn’t remember the last
time she was that turned on? They slipped up, a one shot deal. They could sweep
it under the rug and go back to the way things were. “You’re right.”
“So we’re good?” He asked hopefully, still
standing in the exact same spot.
She nodded, “We’re good.” She let out a
deep breath and the cocked her head to one side and looked at him. “I really
did come up here to check on you and tell you dessert was on the table. Are you
okay? You kind of left dinner quickly,” She tried to make her voice sound
casual, normal, or even concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just tired.” He
gave her a crooked smile. “So what do you say we go see if those scavengers
left us any cheesecake?”
“I spotted some tiramisu in the fridge
too.” She
of emotions engulfed her, and suddenly she was fighting for more of him. Hungry
and eager, she found herself taking control of their kiss. She ground herself
against him and he moaned. He pulled back and let out a shaky breath.
“Cara,” he said breathlessly, as he held
her face in his hands. Shock and embarrassment covered her face. She touched
her lips; they were plump and moist from his mouth.
“I’m sorry.” She said, and scrambled to
get off of him. He reached for her, and caught her hips just before she could
slide off him. “Jake, just let me go, please.” She begged her cheeks reddening.
She had to get out of there now, before the tears that were threatening to
spill, actually did.
“Stop it.” He said softly. “There’s
nothing to be sorry about. Cara, look at me.”
She lifted her head and glanced up at the
ceiling, trying to will the tears in, but failed, and when they fell, she
quickly started to wipe at them. “Can we just forget this happened?” She said,
sniffling.
He sighed, taking her hand in his. “If
that’s what you want.”
His simple words made her look at him, and
not care if she cried or not. Did that mean he didn’t want to forget it happened?
She shook her head, it didn’t matter. She needed this to go away; she needed
things to be normal. They had been so careful not to cross any lines between
them, and then she went and did this. “I just- I can’t do this with you, Jake.”
She moved his hands from her hips and got off the bed, she needed space between
them.
“Cara, it’s not like I never kissed you
before.”
“We were always drunk!” She said quickly.
“This was different.”
“You’re scared.”
“No! Yes! I don’t know.” She pulled her
hair back and tied it up in a messy bun with the hair tie that was resting on
her wrist. “The only thing I know is that you are everything to me, and I don’t
want to mess that up. I won’t mess that up.”
Jake sat up, throwing his legs over the
side of the bed. He stared up at her. He was completely calm and that
infuriated her. She was a bundle of nerves and emotions and he was completely
unaffected, aside from the bulge between his legs. “You think I want to mess things
up between us? That this thing between you and me,” he motioned back and forth
between them with his hands. “Doesn’t mean just as much to me as it does to
you?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and
bent down to pick up her boots. She knew very well that their relationship
meant a lot to him. She looked back at him when he stood up from the bed. He
didn’t advance towards her, he just stared at her.
“I’m not suggesting we jump into bed
together or even explore whatever the hell just happened here. What I’m saying
is we don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen. We can just accept it and move
on. The most important thing is that we don’t let it come between us.”
She stared at him. He was right, and she
knew it. So they kissed; big deal. So what if she couldn’t remember the last
time she was that turned on? They slipped up, a one shot deal. They could sweep
it under the rug and go back to the way things were. “You’re right.”
“So we’re good?” He asked hopefully, still
standing in the exact same spot.
She nodded, “We’re good.” She let out a
deep breath and the cocked her head to one side and looked at him. “I really
did come up here to check on you and tell you dessert was on the table. Are you
okay? You kind of left dinner quickly,” She tried to make her voice sound
casual, normal, or even concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just tired.” He
gave her a crooked smile. “So what do you say we go see if those scavengers
left us any cheesecake?”
“I spotted some tiramisu in the fridge
too.” She
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