37 days: Holding on 2 broken promises

Coming undone

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This was not how I was expecting this night to go in any way.

Wasn't expecting to see Millie, wasn't expecting to have a heart to heart and sure as fuck wasn't expecting her to kiss me.

Fuck that kiss was hot. Of course I had to be a dumbass and take it too far but I just couldn't help myself at the time.

I haven't had any sexual encounters in a week which is a long ass time for me, unfortunately my last sexual experience was with the wrong person or I guess people...

I walk back into the house, making my way up to my place and smiling to myself like a little girl but I don't care how stupid I look, she wants to see me tomorrow, she used my words I used on her when we first met.

Man, I love this girl.

I can tell she's trying to forgive me, she's fighting within herself for me but she's losing the battle and I couldn't be an happier. We have a long way to go until we can go back to where we once were but I'm okay with that, I'm okay with taking baby steps even if it takes the rest of our lives to achieve that.

This woman is worth the wait, I don't want anyone else, I only want her and I don't think that'll ever change, she's a once in a lifetime sort of love.

I unlock my door with the keycard, Julian and Stephanie aren't here anymore, thank fuck. They've been so overbearing since the whole incident it's like having parents around again.

I dodge the glass on my bedroom floor and walk out to the balcony, sitting in my previous spot. I watch the fire in complete bliss this time around. The fire in front of me is matching the fire within in, in the best way possible. I actually have a chance with Millie again, just an hour ago I was hopeless, and now I am hopeful.

After another fifteen minutes of watching the flames in the pit roar, I put out the fire and go back inside.

I lay myself on the bed feeling the best I've felt in days, I should probably clean up the disaster in here but right now I just want to lay here in bliss with the woman I love flooding my mind.

I haven't gotten off in so long and probably won't for as equally long. I'm a man that gets pleased whenever I want but Millie is the only one I want for that job, so waiting it is.

God didn't provide me a hand for no reason, I pull down my shorts and glide my hand up and around the head causing the sensation to make me breathless.

I think about Millie with every stroke. How fucking hot she was tonight with her feisty attitude, I think about the times we fucked and how even though she hasn't fucked around by a fraction of what I have, she fucks like a pro. Oh god and the taste of her, that taste,  I'm craving it.

I stroke myself continuously, overtaken by just the thoughts in my own mind until I come undone, because of her.

When I get out of the much needed shower, I pull on new boxers and climb into bed. I'd do anything just to have her in bed with me again, not for sex but just to lay with him in my arms.

I'm bothered that Millie went on a date tonight, but she told me it was just to get me back, which I deserved and then some. As long as she never looks his direction again and vise versa , I'll let him keep his life.

I need everyone out of our business and out of our way if we're going to salvage this relationship.

Soon enough, one day at a time, I'll get my girl back, I can just feel it in my bones.