Spitfire

9. Bad Idea

Chris

When she asked me to stay, how could I refuse. I haven't seen Stacy looks this vulnerable in a long time. I know she hates feeling like this, and I feel helpless, because I don't know what to do. I shut the door behind me and walk towards her and she pulls me into a hug.

"I'm sorry." She says as she jumps back from me like she just got burned. Not going to lie that stung a little. When she looks down she gasps as she looks at my hands. "I can't believe you did that." She storms out of the room and comes back with a first aid kit.

"Sit"

She points to her bed and I reluctantly sit down.

"I'm fine Stace."

"Shut up!" She says as she starts getting stuff out of the kit. I see her hands shake. "That was stupid and wreck less and not worth doing." She keeps her eyes on my hands as she puts disinfectant ointment on it.

I knock the first aid kit off the bed. "Bullshit Spitfire and you know it!" My hands begin to shake as I think of that bastard with his hands on her neck.

"I'm fine Chris." She rolls her eyes at me. I know she is putting her walls back up, but she can't fool me.

"He hurt you Stace." I run my finger across her neck where there is a red mark from where he touched her. I feel her shudder under my touch. I look into her eyes and fuck she is beautiful. "I could have killed him for what he did."

"I've been through worse."

I still run my hand along her neck. I can't seem to stop touching her.

"You shouldn't have been." I look into her eyes again, and I see her lip tremble. Next thing I know our lips are colliding together. I don't know who intitiated it, and I don't care. I bring her closer to me and she straddles my lap.

"We shouldn't be doing this." She gasps as I kiss her neck. I know she's right but I can't think straight around her.

"Then stop this." I say as I suck on her bottom lip. I flip is over and now I hover over. "Tell me to stop Spitfire."

I need her to say the words because I can't pull myself away from her for the life of me.

"I can't" she says as I lean down and kiss her lips again. When I feel myself hardening even more I jump back.

I can't do this, even if I want to. She deserves to be treated better than other guys have.

"Sorry" is all I can say. I can tell she is frustrated, and trust me so am I. But she waves it off and kisses my cheek.

"You are really too good to be true Chris. One day you will find the right girl for you."

She walks to her closet, grabs some clothes and walk to her bathroom. "Be out in a few then we can go to the party."

I nod my head because I curse myself for being the good guy for once. I want her and I know I shouldn't. A few minutes later she is out and ready to go like nothing happened. You can't even see the red marks on her neck anymore.

"Come on big boy, I could use a drink."

"Do you want me to drive?"

She dangles her keys in my face. No I need my car to get home later."

I snatch her keys and she pouts. "Not if you are drinking."

"I wouldn't be irresponsible like that." She huffs in annoyance and it is fun to mess with her.

"Come on Spitfire let's go."

I open the passenger door to her car and help her in.

"What about your car?"