beautiful face. I love you and I know that you wouldn’t have given me your virginity if I didn’t mean something to you. Over the past three days of letting you stew, I’ve realized something. You wouldn’t be still mad at me if there wasn’t more between us. I just need you to listen to me and understand that I can’t apologize enough.
Love you always,
Shane
Chapter 7
I stared at his messages. Every time I read them, I was close to caving. He didn’t explain anything really, but according to Brent, Shane never meant to hurt me. Coming from Brent, I knew it was true, but how could I let my heart open up for him when I worried that he would destroy me again. He called me daily for a week. I never once picked up the phone.
Truthfully, I didn’t care anymore if he could hurt me. I missed him to the core. The ache in my chest had grown every day without him. When the first email came, I wanted to beg him to come get me, but I didn’t. There was no way I was going to be my mother. I didn’t need a man to define who I was, but I did need Shane to make me whole.
This time when he called, I answered. “Hello,” I said softly.
“Sonya,” he breathed happily into the phone. “Thank you for answering.”
“Shane, I miss you.” The doorbell rang and I walked to get it. Reynolds was driving my stepfather around today. I opened the door and there in front of me was Shane, looking tall, handsome, rugged, and thinner.
“I missed you, too.” Before I could respond, he picked me up off my feet and planted his lips on mine. “I owe you apologies and an explanation, but I needed to kiss you. Fuck, Sonya. I’ve missed you.”
He carried me into the house and closed the door behind us. Then after kissing me once more, he set me down on my feet. Shane tilted my chin to look into my eyes. “We need to talk,” he said in that voice that made my heart sigh. I simply nodded. My emotions were too chaotic to do anything else.
"Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?"
"Yes."
I grabbed his hand and led him up to the room that was mine. He stopped, putting his hand on the frame. "Sweetheart, I don't think this is the best place to talk," he said gulping down air.
"This will have to do. Come and sit down." I had to be stern with him because as much as I was angry and hurt, I knew that he cared and that was my weakness. Brent told me what Shane had told him, but I needed him to show me he was sorry.
He pulled me down to sit by him. Grabbing my hands into one of his large ones, he used the other to tilt my chin. “There’s so much to say and I’m grateful that you’re willing to listen. First, at the time I meant what I said on the phone that day. It was how I felt. I believed that you and Brent were more than just friends. There was an intimacy that was stronger than what you said. Since I knew Brent didn't get along with his family, I brushed off that you'd be related. See, he never mentioned you or maybe I never really listened. It doesn't matter why. I shouldn't have left and I sure as hell shouldn't have said that shit.”
As mad as I had been, I wasn’t anymore. The hurt faded the moment Brent told me what happened.
“The thing is…well. It’s complicated. My brother suffered an injury that hopefully only temporarily made him limp. If you know what I mean,” he said looking for understanding. I gave him a nod. I was feeling more and more guilty for knowing the truth and not saying anything. “As his twin and friend, I made him a promise to abstain. It had been easy until you walked down those stairs. Then, no promises to my best friend could stop the need I had for you. You were everything and I acted like an ass. Can you ever forgive me?”
I nodded because I didn’t have the words. He didn’t need to finish. The look in his eyes and the pained expression was everything I needed to forgive.
“You can forgive me?” He looked like he couldn’t fathom me ever letting him back in.
I knew he
Love you always,
Shane
Chapter 7
I stared at his messages. Every time I read them, I was close to caving. He didn’t explain anything really, but according to Brent, Shane never meant to hurt me. Coming from Brent, I knew it was true, but how could I let my heart open up for him when I worried that he would destroy me again. He called me daily for a week. I never once picked up the phone.
Truthfully, I didn’t care anymore if he could hurt me. I missed him to the core. The ache in my chest had grown every day without him. When the first email came, I wanted to beg him to come get me, but I didn’t. There was no way I was going to be my mother. I didn’t need a man to define who I was, but I did need Shane to make me whole.
This time when he called, I answered. “Hello,” I said softly.
“Sonya,” he breathed happily into the phone. “Thank you for answering.”
“Shane, I miss you.” The doorbell rang and I walked to get it. Reynolds was driving my stepfather around today. I opened the door and there in front of me was Shane, looking tall, handsome, rugged, and thinner.
“I missed you, too.” Before I could respond, he picked me up off my feet and planted his lips on mine. “I owe you apologies and an explanation, but I needed to kiss you. Fuck, Sonya. I’ve missed you.”
He carried me into the house and closed the door behind us. Then after kissing me once more, he set me down on my feet. Shane tilted my chin to look into my eyes. “We need to talk,” he said in that voice that made my heart sigh. I simply nodded. My emotions were too chaotic to do anything else.
"Is there somewhere where we can talk privately?"
"Yes."
I grabbed his hand and led him up to the room that was mine. He stopped, putting his hand on the frame. "Sweetheart, I don't think this is the best place to talk," he said gulping down air.
"This will have to do. Come and sit down." I had to be stern with him because as much as I was angry and hurt, I knew that he cared and that was my weakness. Brent told me what Shane had told him, but I needed him to show me he was sorry.
He pulled me down to sit by him. Grabbing my hands into one of his large ones, he used the other to tilt my chin. “There’s so much to say and I’m grateful that you’re willing to listen. First, at the time I meant what I said on the phone that day. It was how I felt. I believed that you and Brent were more than just friends. There was an intimacy that was stronger than what you said. Since I knew Brent didn't get along with his family, I brushed off that you'd be related. See, he never mentioned you or maybe I never really listened. It doesn't matter why. I shouldn't have left and I sure as hell shouldn't have said that shit.”
As mad as I had been, I wasn’t anymore. The hurt faded the moment Brent told me what happened.
“The thing is…well. It’s complicated. My brother suffered an injury that hopefully only temporarily made him limp. If you know what I mean,” he said looking for understanding. I gave him a nod. I was feeling more and more guilty for knowing the truth and not saying anything. “As his twin and friend, I made him a promise to abstain. It had been easy until you walked down those stairs. Then, no promises to my best friend could stop the need I had for you. You were everything and I acted like an ass. Can you ever forgive me?”
I nodded because I didn’t have the words. He didn’t need to finish. The look in his eyes and the pained expression was everything I needed to forgive.
“You can forgive me?” He looked like he couldn’t fathom me ever letting him back in.
I knew he
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