Aspen
Present
It was around twelve in the morning now, and I, as well as many other twenty-year-olds, sat on the couch of Ace's living room.
Some boys and girls were lightly sipping their drinks whereas others were being more... intimate.
If by that you mean hungrily kissing, you're right.
It wasn't really explicit, not that I particularly cared...
Like... five years ago.
I stared up at the wall, taking a deep breath while I settled my back against the couch and stared at the dark ceiling.
"Here," Miles said then, walking around the couch to me and handing me two blue pills as well as a glass of whiskey. "Take these."
"Not a good combination," I stated, plopping them in my mouth and swigging the drink. "But whatever," I let out with a sigh.
He chuckled and settled beside me, hands in his lap.
"So," he said, tipping his head to the side, "how are you feeling, Princess?"
"Fine..." I responded.
"Liar," he said, "you look a little irritated."
I sat up on the couch then, wincing seconds later.
"Careful, careful," Miles said, "not so fast."
"I'm fine," I bit, taking a deep breath and letting the pain out through an exhalation.
He was right, though. I was pissed.
I was pissed that I finally confessed my love for Ace, and he never responded. In fact, he chose to fuck me with Miles here, which honestly made me entirely more fearful.
Was he going to continuously use this as a way to get me to shut up?
I honestly knew he cared; I did. With all he'd done for me—the guilt he displayed—but why the fuck would he avoid telling me he loved me if he did? If I expressed it to him first?
Oh, and the fact that I happily fell asleep in his arms in the car ride home, and when I woke up, I was alone in bed, and he was in the kitchen giggling his ass off with some girls.
Hallelujah.
Get well soon, my ass.
"Aspen," Miles urged, facing toward me as he caught my attention. "What's going on in that head?"
"You're right..." I said, "I'm pissed."
"Why?" he urged.
"I never understood why I felt this attraction toward Ace, and every time I act upon it, I regret it."
"What do you mean?" Miles said, looking confused.
"Every time I care about him..." I whispered, "every time I try to save him and love him and care for him, he just... burns me."
Miles sighed as if he agreed. "This is the whole 'I love you' thing, isn't it?"
I nodded, turning the whiskey in my hand. "Yeah..." I whispered. "He shows he cares, claims it, as well. Shows this possessive and protectiveness over me, right? And then I get this hope that maybe... just maybe... he feels something. SOMEthing. And then when I decide to urge myself forward, despite my fears, I end up getting my dreams shattered, you know?"
"Mmm," Miles responded. "I understand."
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Catch Me if You Can (18+) (FINISHED)
Romance"You've wanted me for a while, huh?" he whispered, hands going lower and lower until I felt him in between my thighs. I arched my back as he started stroking me. So very gently. "Have you wanted me?" he whispered. "Yes," I told him. "I have. Please...
