Cupid's Target

22- BABY

Then he stopped. Why'd he stop? Was there a problem? He dropped his hand from around my neck, making me pull back. He dropped his neck down, making his head hit the pillow and make a noise.

"Does my breath smell?" I joked, slightly slapping his chest.
"No." He laughed back.
"I just can't Eve. I want to so bad, you don't even fucking know. I just can't let myself do it. I'm still scared of hurting you." He confessed.

I let my head drop even more, because unfortunately I agreed with him. I'd hate for him if he kissed me and broke me again. Yeah, a kiss is a kiss. But that's something I wouldn't be able to handle from Wayne. I've craved it for too long.

"Don't worry baby, I'll fuck you soon, promise you that."

I tried not to react to it, but i felt my face heating up, and my private area reacting back, ironically I felt his too.

"It's crazy we both feel this way but are still under complete control." I said in a calm whisper tone, now laying on his chest instead of sitting up, running one of my hands through his hair.

Is this too forward? Should I not be doing this? I continuously ask myself this question, but yet I don't ever stop myself from doing what I'm doing.

"You know I used to be really good at hiding my feelings till I met you cherry." His chest moved with the vibrations of his voice and his hand ran through my hair the way mine was doing his.

"Why were you so good at it?" Curiosity always killed me when I was with Wayne. Sometimes he didn't answer my questions, but the times he did, I loved every second of it. I loved hearing his voice. He speaks different when he's serious about something. Soft but so stern at the same time.

He stayed silent for a while, and I then realized this was going to be a time where he wasn't going to answer.

"Baby sit up." I didn't even grasp what he said, yet my body immediately reacted and followed his instructions.

"What's wrong?" I asked, caressing his cheek.

He sits up, his back now against his headboard. He pushed his hair back out of his face, but it failed to stay back. I could see it in his body, he was tense. I ran my arm up and down his arm, hoping it would relieve whatever he was holding on to.

"Evelyn, I care about you." He grabbed both of my hands and stared deep into my soul.

This was serious. He was serious.

"Can you say the same about me?"
"Of course Wayne." I didn't even give him time to breath after that sentence.
"If I didn't I wouldn't have gone as crazy as I did over not speaking to you."

"We're so insane." He said under his breath as his head fell.

"I'm gonna tell you something, and it's serious. It's about me and Jason. It's the answers to why I'm the way I am. I don't want your fucking pity though okay? Promise me?" He brought my body closer, still holding my hands and staring into me.

Whatever this was is serious, and it's now eating me alive.

"Promise."

"I can't believe i'm about to do this." He said before he began.

4 years ago....

"Please please be careful boys." Shannon walked the boys to the doorstep in her apron. She was preparing dinner for when the boys got back.

Wayne's dad, Royce Perez and Jason's Dad, Christian Vasquez, along with Wayne 11 year old brother Ray were all going to teach Wayne how to drive. Sure Wayne had some experience driving already, but Royce felt it was time to take it up a notch. Jason stayed home this day, due to being under the weather.