Fell For the Good Guy: Part 2

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"Get your hands off me!" I said to him, trying to get out of his grip.

He finally let's go and I tidied myself up.

"Why did you do that?" I said.

"I'm sick of you ignoring me and giving me disgusted looks, alright?" He said, slouching down so his face is aligned with mine and we were looking at each other, eye to eye.

"I still love you, you know that? Yes! I love you! And I hate that you're mad at me but all I wanted was you and I tried to forget you but I couldn't even get the letters in your name out of my head." He said. "You know how much it hurts to see you just walk in casually with another person with you and you just think that I had forgotten everything that's happened between us?"

"You think I'd forgotten what I'd done, what we've done together, from my literally first love? It's hard to forget someone you like and love everything about, okay?" He shouted, pacing the floor.

I just looked at him, didn't know what I was feeling. Shocked, expectative, happy, sad because Lonnie would win the bet? I really didn't know.

"Lucas..." I started. "I don't know how I feel about you anymore, now." I said.

"I mean, since you had cheated on me, I've never felt the same way. I still loved you but it was some sort of different love. And it wasn't even 'lets just stay friends' type of love," I sighed, "but now I have a boyfriend of almost 10 years! That's a lot! We've been through so much and I would never throw that away just for an old relationship that actually ended well, but one just still felt sad and the other felt bad." I said.

He sighed and brushed his hair with his hands.

"So, what do you wanna do about it now?" I asked, breathing sort of heavily. He huffed, looked around then looked back at me.

He pins me to the room door behind me, which appeared to be mine, and passionately kisses me.

And I did not refuse until I remembered something important. I have a boyfriend of 10 years.

I let go and sort of pushed him.

I wipe my lips, then just look at him.

His hair was messy, again, his collar was up, he was standing informally, and all he did was look at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes.

"I- I'm sorry, Officer, this is very unprofessional and unacceptable. I'm sorry." I said then went to my room.

I could believe what happened. I had a feeling he'd been wanting to do that but I didn't think that would've touched my heart.

What am I gonna tell Michael...