Bre felt conflicted. She was crushed about Steve and Paige betraying her. She felt better when she made the decision for Steve to leave, but now she needed to think about divorce, which was daunting, and she had to try to control herself with a very willing, very handsome friend, whom she loved dearly.
Bre got ready for bed with some trepidation. Brad wasn't shy about the way he felt, and since she had let him kiss her, he really wasn't going to stop.
She loved it and didn't want him to stop but she didn't believe that it was okay to have sex with someone while she was married to someone else.
Are you, though? It felt like she had broken up with Steve, and that is how she meant it, but she was technically still married to him and it had been mere minutes since he walked out the door before Brad was all over her.
She felt herself flushing again.
All over her.
He was confident in how he handled her and he had every right to be. He knew what he was doing. She would be willing to bet he had more experience than she would care to know about. He was definitely different than Steve. If Steve was interested in sex, he would take her hand and quietly lead her into the bedroom, or he would step into the shower with her. He didn't throw her up on the island. She would be willing to bet if she hadn't stopped him, Brad would have had sex with her right there.
How? She found herself trying to visualize the mechanics of that position and started flushing again.
Brad knocked lightly once then boldly stepped inside the bathroom without waiting for an answer.
He looked at her sympathetically and touched her flaming cheek.
"You did nothing wrong", he said. "I was being too pushy. I told you I lost control. It's my fault. Blame me".
She shook her head no.
"You're worried about me sleeping by you", he said, rather than asked.
She nodded again. He looked a little hurt.
"I know I can trust you", she said quickly. "I'm not sure I can trust myself".
The furrow in his brow loosened.
"Baby, what do you want to happen tonight? Tell me, and I'll hold us to it", he said.
She opened her mouth to start talking then stopped, getting lost in his eyes. What she wanted and what she thought was right were two different things.
He gave her a half smile and her stomach fluttered.
"Yeah, I tricked you with how I worded that, didn't I?", he asked. "At least now I know that what we want is the same. You're not going to let us act on it, though, are you?"
She felt her cheeks flaming again and shook her head no.
"I didn't think you were a blusher", he commented, with a half smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Not frequently, no", she admitted. "You have me all kinds of flustered".
He smiled fully then, his eyes sparkling, and leaned in until his lips were almost on hers. Her eyes closed automatically but he had paused. She opened her eyes to see his so close she could see the white flecks in the blue. He slid his hand around to the back of her head, in her hair.
"What do you want?", he whispered.
"I want you", she admitted, "but I can't".
His face was intense. "Why?", he asked quietly.
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The Neverending Hangover
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