Mein Herz Brennt Für Dich

Chapter 23

Peter rushed straight upstairs. I didn't follow him for fear that I would see him packing his bags. He came downstairs with suitcases in his hands, and my stomach dropped. He had his bags and he was leaving. I started crying and rushed up to him. 

"Peter-"

"Please don't," He softly started to cry. "I already talked to your parents and Grayson and Kiera are going to be staying the night there for the next week. I do not want you to see them, but I can't. I don't want them think that anything is wrong either. I just need to think about some things, okay?"

"I love you, though."

"I know that," He left and went into the garage. 

I watched him drive away in his car and I felt broken-like my whole world was crashing down. He was leaving me because of a fucking kiss. I didn't sleep with Till, though. 

I grabbed my phone to call anyone, but I didn't have any friends except for Till and all his friends. I told myself, "fuck it" and I called Till. 

"Hello?" He asked. 

I sobbed hard. "I'm probably not going to see you ever again. I just want to see you one last time, okay?"

"I'm on my way."

A few minutes later when he arrived, I jumped on top of him and I sobbed into the crook of his neck. He carried me to the couch yet again, and asked me what happened and I explained what happened to him yet again. 

"I just-I didn't sleep with you!" I gasped. "I just don't get it. If we're going to stay together, I'm not going to be able to see you ever again, Till and I just wanted to see you one last time."

"I don't like the thought of never seeing you ever again."

"Neither do I, Till, but I have a marriage."

He stared at my lips, and I couldn't but stare at his. He leaned into me slowly and kissed me. I kissed him back and put my hands on the side of our face and our lips moved in sync. He grabbed my waist and started to pull down my pants. 

I proceeded to take off his shirt and after all of our clothes were off, he started at me, then laid me flat on my back, then inserted his fingers inside of me making me moan loudly. 

"Oh my G-G-God, Till," I groaned. 

He then climbed on top of me and as he inserted himself inside of me, I started moaning loudly. He started moaning too and I couldn't help but gasp. 

A couple of minutes later, I felt my legs start to shake as I got close. Then, I hit my climax (as did Till and he collapsed on top of me). 

"Till," I started crying. "Look at what we did! LOOK AT WHAT WE DID!"

"I'm sorry," He kissed me. "I'm so sorry."

We put our clothes back on, cleaned up the couch, and cuddled with each other. 

"That was a pretty good good-bye," He joked. 

"I'm sorry, Till. How's Richard?"

"Frustrated, but he'll be alright-we all will."

"Till?"

"Hm?"

"I'm really, really sorry. I keep leading you on and-"

"Shhh. I waited two years for this, I can wait longer."

"Did you have a crush on me when we were younger?"

"No-you were fourteen, Rilla."

My stomach dropped in disappointment. "It was just a question."

"I understand."

A couple of hours later, I kissed him and nodded.

"I think it's time for you to go," I stood up and cried. "I'm going to be here for the next week, so if you ever want to come, you can. We just can't keep doing this, okay?"

"Okay, Rilla," He kissed my cheek and walked out the door. "I'm going to wait for you, okay?"

"Okay, Till."

As he drove away, my heart sank. I was a slut. I was sleeping with whoever I wanted to whenever I wanted to and I could have prevented it, but I didn't. I failed my family.