Before He Lied

Tessa Chapter 45

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I help Hardin get undressed.

"I could get used to this Theresa." He says.

I could get used to this too, I'll never complain about him being naked. Once he's undressed I just admire him.

"Stare much Theresa?"

"Sorry, I can't help myself." I say quietly.

He pulls me close.

"I don't mind, I was just teasing."

"I just love you so much Hardin.......................I didn't think it was possible for me to feel this way about anyone."

I look into his eyes, I never fail to get lost in them.

I feel him unbuttoning my pants.

"Hardin your hand, you're not supposed to use it." I whisper.

"It's alright love, I can manage." He says quietly.

He picks me up with his other arm and sits me on the sink counter, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him towards me. He unbuttons my shirt before he slides it over my head and throws it on the floor, he wraps his good hand around my waist and picks me up and helps me to the floor. I slide my jeans off, he kneels down in front of me and slowly slides down my panties. I step out of them, he stands up. I unclip my bra and take it off, like usual his eyes immediately go to my chest.

I reach under the sink and pull out a plastic bag.

"What is that for?" He questions.

"It's for your cast."

"Why?"

"To keep it dry, just trust me." I say.

I walk up to him and wrap the bag around his hand, I'll admit that he does look silly.

"How do you know so much about casts and all this shit?"

"When I was little I broke my leg playing soccer, we needed one more goal to win and we had like 5 seconds left of the clock so I slide on the ground and kicked the ball into the goal. We won but because of the way I landed I broke my leg."

"I can't picture you playing sports." He says with a smile.

"Why is that? Is it because I'm short?" I scold.

"No, just football is a competitive sport and I can't picture you being aggressive."

He wraps his arms around me.

"You're my tiny, nerdy, little book loving Tessa, I can't picture you on a field."

"Is that a challenge Mr. Scott?"

He smiles before he kisses my shoulder.

"I'm very aggressive."

"Sure." Hey says sarcastically.

I cross my arms.

"Do you play soccer?" I question.

He sighs.

"Maybe." He says.

Wait.

"Wait, you never told me you payed soccer. Why wouldn't you tell me?"

"There's lots of things I haven't told you Theresa, I'm full of surprises."

"We'll just wait until we have an opportunity, I'll show you I can be aggressive."