met. My body was telling me something, but I didn’t want to
listen because I knew it would just be torture. I knew it would
be a temptation that would only cause me pain, because I had
no idea that Steph was available.
Now that I do know, it’s a whole different kind of
torture. I know that I should hold back. I know that I shouldn’t
want to strip off our clothes and taste Steph’s skin. I shouldn’t
want to look at her and touch her and learn every bit of her
body. Maybe I should want it, but I shouldn’t do it. We hardly
know each other. I don’t want her to think that I’m, well, easy.
“We shouldn’t…” I hate myself for whispering it
against Steph’s lips. Because I want this. Badly. I want her.
Even worse.
“Why not?” she whispers back, her lips just a breath
from my own. I can still feel the heat of them, the gentle
whisper of her words. My stomach cramps again and I shiver. I
push instinctively towards that warmth. Towards the hand
splayed over my belly under my shirt.
“I just…this is fast…”
“It’s just a kiss,” she says softly. Not coaxing. Not
begging. Just soft.
I want her lips on mine again. I want her body under
mine. On top of mine. To the side. Every freaking direction.
“It’s more than that for me.”
“It’s more than that for me too.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of me?”
Yes. No. I’m scared that what happened before will
happen again. I’m scared that all these feelings will turn into
something deeper and then I’ll be left alone. Again.