The Way To Steal My Heart

Forgiveness is Beautiful

I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For been away for far too long
So keep breathing
Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe and hold on to me and, never let me go

Far Away by: Nickelback

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Norman:

Ashley and I had gotten very close in the last couple months that we've been together. But every time I went over to see her in her hotel room, I couldn't help but look at Amanda. She'd usually look away.

As I lay in my bed, in my apartment back in New York, with Ashley by my side, I couldn't help but think of Amanda's lips. I've kissed her so many times, but it never felt real. Every time I kissed Ashley, I felt like I was cheating on Amanda. I knew that I wasn't, but it still felt like it.

Tonight, Ashley was snuggling against my side while we were watching Titanic. I wasn't wearing a shirt, so Ashley's breaths hit my chest, stirring the little hairs on it. She used one finger and traced little circles over my chest. I ignored it and kept watching as Rose and Jack were fucking in the car. Suddenly, I felt Ashley's lips lay kisses all over my chest, making me look down at her. She was gazing up at me with big blue eyes. She traced kisses up my neck, to my jaw. I moved my head slightly away, but she followed, inching her hand down my boxers. I groaned, feeling a boner.

"Stop." I growled, not wanting to take it too far.

"Why?" She murmured in a seductive voice. Then she crawled under the covers, her hair tracing down my body. Dammit! I knew we shouldn't have picked Titanic! It's making her horny! She used her hands to pull my boxers down, exposing my erected membrane. Her lips brushed it. I didn't want this. Not at all. I rolled over, pulling my boxers back up.

"Babe, what's wrong?" She asked, sitting up.

"I don't want to have sex." I simply stated.

"Oh. Well, we can still cuddle." She suggested.

"No. I-I just need to get out." I growled, throwing on a tee shirt and jeans.

"Babe wait! I'll come with you!" She offered.

"No. I want to be alone, alright!" I snapped. She froze, speechless. "I'm going out. Just finish the movie." I grumbled. I grabbed my coat and keys, throwing on my sunglasses while I was at it.

"Ok, just be back before midnight, ok?" Ashley asked. I checked the time. It was ten. I nodded and left my apartment room. Where am I gonna go? The bar? Nah, I don't feel like getting drunk. I'd probably just fuck another girl I don't even know. I finally decided where I was going.

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Amanda:

I sat on my couch, watching old reruns of The Walking Dead. I was currently on season three, just at the point where Daryl and Maggie were looking for formula for baby Judith. As I watched, Daryl looked at the little paper hands that decorated the walls, each with a name on them. His gaze filled with sorrow as he saw the name, Sofie. I felt my heart breaking. Did he ever look that way when Ashley talked about me? I shook my head, riding myself of the thought. Of course he wouldn't! He's happy with Ashley.

Suddenly, heavy pounding on my door sounded, scaring the shit out of me. I answered the door. Norman stood in the doorway. I was surprised and shocked at the same time.

"Norman! What Are you doing here?" I asked, confused.

He stepped in, looking around. "Nice place." He stated, ignoring my question.

"Norman, what are you doing here?" I demanded, shutting the door. Norman turned to face me.

"I wanted to see you." Was all he said.

"Why?"

"Ashley wanted to have sex with me." He explained. "So I wanted to get out of the house. I didn't want to go to a bar, because I'm afraid I'd fuck another girl I don't know."

"So why'd you come here? Why not just take a walk?" I asked, starting to get butterflies in my stomach.

"Cause I wanted to talk to someone. And like you said, we're friends." He explained.

"Oh. Well, come and sit down then. Do you want something to eat?" I offered. He shook his head, slumping on the couch. I joined him, sitting opposite of him.

"Can I tell you something?" Norman asked, sitting up.

"Uh, sure." I answered hesitantly.

"I don't know if I want Ashley. Ever time I kiss her, it just doesn't feel real, you know?" He said, unexpectedly.

"Oh, um. I don't know what-" I cut off as I felt Norman gazing at me. I felt myself blushing. "Um, I..." I kept stumbling over my words as I felt him getting closer. "Um..." I tried again, but was silenced by Norman's lips. The impact left me breathless. Norman caressed my face, creating a trail of fire across my skin as he lowered him hand to my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His other hand came to my back, pressing his body against mine. His tongue grazed my bottoms lip, begging for entrance. I let them through, rubbing mine against his. I'd missed his kiss.

I felt myself being lowered onto my back, Norman starting to tower over me. My heartbeat quickened, and not in a good way. I gently pushed him off of me. When he saw the expression on my face, he sat up instantly, scooting further away.

"I'm so sorry. I'll just go. I'm sorry to bother you." He apologized, grabbing his Ray Bans.

"No, Norman." I stopped him, grabbing his wrist. He stopped, turning to face me. "I-I'm sorry. For that morning. I overreacted." I apologized.

"No, no. It's my fault for even doing it." Norman stated, turning to face me all the way.

"Norman..." I started. What I was about to do may be my biggest mistake, or my biggest accomplishment. "I want to try again."

Norman took a hesitant step towards me, then another. Until he was able to cup my face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed me. I raised my hands and placed them on his muscular shoulders. His hands moved to the small of my back, pulling me closer. His hands started to snake under my shirt. I pulled away, grabbing his wrists.

"No. Not too fast." I murmured. He nodded and pecked my lips again. It felt perfect.