The Paths We Choose

Chapter 21 (pov elias)

I let her and her friends have their moment. Watching her so genuinely happy. Made my heart melt. This, this is what I wanted for her. To feel loved.

I walked away giving them their last night together me and Adora chatted with other classmates. Adora had taken off since she wasn't a technically a senior she was just graduating early, so she didn't want to intrude at the end of the night.

It was getting late and multiple people had taken off I watched as Catherine and her friends made their way to their car. I guess it's time to leave I was hoping to talk with her one more time. To say goodbye. My college was only and hour away from her, but I wanted her to be happy, and I don't know if that's with me. Tonight though I wanted tonight to be different for us.

I made my way to my truck I got into my side of the car and started it as the car came to life the passenger door opened and a short blonde appeared with a smile on her face. Just then a smile appeared on my face. I put my foot on the gas and started the car.

Her hand entwined with mine and there was a common want. Each other. When she began to rub her thumb on my hand. I pressed the gas harder. I needed to get her to my room I wasn't doing it here.

"Elias. I never felt we were good for each other, but I don't want to overthink things anymore." My jaw flexed, but just then I entered our long drive way and threw my seatbelt off before running to her side opening her side and lifting her out of the seat.

She wrapped her legs around my torso I kissed her hard and fast. Like I was desperate for her taste. We were both hungry. I pulled back, "I want tonight. I want you and me tonight" she nodded her head as I brought her inside.

She stayed in my arms as I slowly opened my door, gently placing her on my bed. I had experienced lust and I had experienced love, but tonight, I would do whatever she wanted, anything she desired, I wanted to fulfill.

"I'm a virgin," the words left her lips, and I rose, making eye contact with her. My eyes became slits as confusion filled me. She wanted me to be her first? "Are you sure you want this?" She nodded, but I needed words. "Catherine," I whispered. She noticed I hadn't continued, "Don't make me beg, Elias."

The mention of my name was enough to send me into a frenzy. I continued kissing her; this is what I've wanted since I laid eyes on her. I began to kiss her everywhere. She tasted just as amazing as she smelled.

Kissing anyone else would never be enough. She started to remove her clothing, and I watched her do it. I had wanted to see her body since the first time I had felt a little touch of her waist and the brush of her thumb, so I watched as her shirt left first, revealing her black bra, then her bra, causing my breath to catch in my throat at the sight of her in this state.

I trailed kisses down her body before beginning between her legs. I watched as her body moved up and down, her face filled with pleasure. I unbuttoned my pants before reaching for a condom. We maintained eye contact. "Are you okay?" I had to make sure. "Yes," she replied quickly, as if she were out of breath. A slight smile played on my lips before I tore open the condom.

We repeated it over and over again. We thought we would stop, but then we realized this was the last time we'd ever get the opportunity, so we did it again. This was the closest I had felt to her. I was never confused about who was under me; it was Catherine.

We lay together, both tired and sore. I held her in my arms as flashbacks from the first night I held her came to light. "Catherine, I should've told you in my truck that day that I wanted you too," the words felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, but just then, her head turned to me.

"No, Elias, you were right in a way. It's not that you don't deserve me; it's that I don't deserve you. I rely on you to be able to fall asleep at night, Elias. How do you expect me to ever move past the disaster that is my life if I can't do something as simple as sleeping at night? I cannot rely on you." Her words hurt me, but there was truth. I wanted her to rely on me; I would allow her to lean on me, but she needed to grow independently.

Some tension filled the air. "Let's just have tonight, Elias." So that's what we did. We sought comfort in each other's presence for the time we had left.