to rip it off like the cord of the emergency backup chute. Without warning, Matt jerked me back, panting for breath.
“I can’t do this. It’s not right for us to do this.”
Why does life hate me?
Chapter Nine
The first tear made its way down my cheek. I scrambled off Matt, putting my sweatshirt back on, and got out of the car as he reached for me. I avoided his grab as I ran for the apartment. The rain mixed in with my tears, and I choked down the sobs. The tremors in my hands wouldn’t stop, and my keys dropped onto the soggy ground. I bent to retrieve them, only getting more upset when I saw Matt’s boots. He probably came to laugh at the stupid girl who tried to seduce a gay man, not once, but twice. I wouldn’t blame him. When would I learn? Maybe I liked being an emotional wreck, derailing my hopes and dreams. Queasiness grew in my stomach, threatening to toss up the pint of dairy heaven I hogged down earlier.
“Patricia.”
“No. Just don’t, all right? Go back to Ted and delete my number, and I swear I won’t bother you again.” I sobbed, jammed the key into the lock and forced the door open.
Why did it hurt this much? My heart wouldn’t stop aching.
Matt wouldn’t let my humiliation end. He squeezed in behind me. I sprinted to my bedroom in a vain attempt to flee my gaffe. I hit the bed in a heap and dragged a pillow close to me. Matt, like Adonis’ shadow stretching across me, stood in the doorway.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let what we were doing ruin your relationship with Julie.”
“Why?” I bit back. “You think she actually cares who I sleep with?”
“She might.”
I sat up and threw the pillow at him. “Don’t sit there and bring Julie into this! You’re just afraid Ted will find out. Well guess what?” I took off my sweatshirt. “You already played the piano on these so it’s a little too late to be self-conscious about what we did!” I grabbed my swollen breasts for emphasis. They perked up, and my nipples hardened at the memory of Matt tweaking my ta-tas.
Was he trying to ruin the last shred of exuberance I had? To make matters worse, he stared at me like I was some two-headed gargoyle.
“What?” he said.
“That’s right!” I got up close and personal. “You’re a chicken shit. I doubt you remember how to please a real woman. Hah!” My boobs jiggled as I wagged a finger in his face.
Matt’s gaze searched mine, as if looking for the answer inside a genie’s bottle without invoking the curse. He wiped the tears from my face.
My nipples hardened; an electrical charge of wanting pulsed in my veins. His gaze held me frozen, and I stared deep into his liquid pools, feeding on the raw emotion emanating within. I couldn’t let him suck me in again, wanting to remain strong against the effect he had on me.
“When you kissed me the first time. Was that an accident?” he asked.
My cheeks heated as I lost my courage. His mouth hung open, his gorgeous lips forming a perfect ‘O’. I had an epiphany and shock ran through my body.
“You’re not gay?” we said in unison. My hand flew to my mouth. The boldness of being topless and flaunting my assets seemed a bit trashy. I ran for the bathroom, locking myself in. The soft knock alerted me Matt hadn’t run to the hills from the Horny Slut of Ho Street.
“Patricia? Will you please come out of there and talk to me?”
“No.” I sniffed, using a hand cloth to wipe the tears away.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to do something unnatural to your towels.”
Despite myself, I laughed. I wanted Matt, right? He hadn’t left so he had some interest in me. Why was I acting like a scared little schoolgirl? The pain in my chest didn’t ease, though I’ve been disappointed in my life before, yet it felt different. For one, Matt and I hadn’t done anything past kissing unlike my previous relationships—not for lack of trying. Matt made me laugh and gave me the old feeling of someone’s first love:
“I can’t do this. It’s not right for us to do this.”
Why does life hate me?
Chapter Nine
The first tear made its way down my cheek. I scrambled off Matt, putting my sweatshirt back on, and got out of the car as he reached for me. I avoided his grab as I ran for the apartment. The rain mixed in with my tears, and I choked down the sobs. The tremors in my hands wouldn’t stop, and my keys dropped onto the soggy ground. I bent to retrieve them, only getting more upset when I saw Matt’s boots. He probably came to laugh at the stupid girl who tried to seduce a gay man, not once, but twice. I wouldn’t blame him. When would I learn? Maybe I liked being an emotional wreck, derailing my hopes and dreams. Queasiness grew in my stomach, threatening to toss up the pint of dairy heaven I hogged down earlier.
“Patricia.”
“No. Just don’t, all right? Go back to Ted and delete my number, and I swear I won’t bother you again.” I sobbed, jammed the key into the lock and forced the door open.
Why did it hurt this much? My heart wouldn’t stop aching.
Matt wouldn’t let my humiliation end. He squeezed in behind me. I sprinted to my bedroom in a vain attempt to flee my gaffe. I hit the bed in a heap and dragged a pillow close to me. Matt, like Adonis’ shadow stretching across me, stood in the doorway.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let what we were doing ruin your relationship with Julie.”
“Why?” I bit back. “You think she actually cares who I sleep with?”
“She might.”
I sat up and threw the pillow at him. “Don’t sit there and bring Julie into this! You’re just afraid Ted will find out. Well guess what?” I took off my sweatshirt. “You already played the piano on these so it’s a little too late to be self-conscious about what we did!” I grabbed my swollen breasts for emphasis. They perked up, and my nipples hardened at the memory of Matt tweaking my ta-tas.
Was he trying to ruin the last shred of exuberance I had? To make matters worse, he stared at me like I was some two-headed gargoyle.
“What?” he said.
“That’s right!” I got up close and personal. “You’re a chicken shit. I doubt you remember how to please a real woman. Hah!” My boobs jiggled as I wagged a finger in his face.
Matt’s gaze searched mine, as if looking for the answer inside a genie’s bottle without invoking the curse. He wiped the tears from my face.
My nipples hardened; an electrical charge of wanting pulsed in my veins. His gaze held me frozen, and I stared deep into his liquid pools, feeding on the raw emotion emanating within. I couldn’t let him suck me in again, wanting to remain strong against the effect he had on me.
“When you kissed me the first time. Was that an accident?” he asked.
My cheeks heated as I lost my courage. His mouth hung open, his gorgeous lips forming a perfect ‘O’. I had an epiphany and shock ran through my body.
“You’re not gay?” we said in unison. My hand flew to my mouth. The boldness of being topless and flaunting my assets seemed a bit trashy. I ran for the bathroom, locking myself in. The soft knock alerted me Matt hadn’t run to the hills from the Horny Slut of Ho Street.
“Patricia? Will you please come out of there and talk to me?”
“No.” I sniffed, using a hand cloth to wipe the tears away.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to do something unnatural to your towels.”
Despite myself, I laughed. I wanted Matt, right? He hadn’t left so he had some interest in me. Why was I acting like a scared little schoolgirl? The pain in my chest didn’t ease, though I’ve been disappointed in my life before, yet it felt different. For one, Matt and I hadn’t done anything past kissing unlike my previous relationships—not for lack of trying. Matt made me laugh and gave me the old feeling of someone’s first love:
Similar Books
