Unexpected Encounters

Chapter 19

Whitney and I continued to look at each other, neither of us knowing what to do or say as a hesitant tension hung in the air.

I wasn't sure what was happening, but whatever it was, I didn't want to ruin it. I felt my heart pounding against my chest, and I finally just went for it.

I leaned up and closed the distance between us as our lips tentatively met. Whitney didn't pull away, but I could feel the hesitation from her and I immediately regretted my decision.

I slowly pulled back and laid my head on the pillow behind me.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have -"

Whitney's lips cut me off before I could finish my sentence, and she released my hands from her grip as she moved them to grab on to the side of my face.

It caught me so off guard at first, that it took me a minute to regain my composure.

When I did, I reached up and put a hand on the back of her neck and leaned into the kiss as we both gave in to the feelings that had been forming between us.

I put my other hand on her thigh as our tongues began to tangle together. I had no idea how far this was going to go, but I did not want it to stop.

It felt like I was finally getting what I'd been wanting since the first time I'd seen Whitney again, and I was ready to admit that now.

I knew we were both drunk, but not drunk enough to not know what we were doing. We both might regret it in the morning, but I wasn't going to worry about that right now.

Whitney's body pressed against mine as I felt heat coursing through my veins. My hand began to slowly trail further up her thigh, but before it got very far, she pulled away.

She sat up slightly as she held herself up over top of me and looked me in the eye. She rolled over to the side and laid down next to me.

The silence hung between us as I looked at her and tried to figure out what was going to happen next. We were still lying close together, and I hesitantly reached over and rested my hand on her waist.

My thumb grazed over the bare skin below her shirt as I moved it slowly back and forth. Whitney put her hand on the side of my cheek, and I leaned into it as she began to kiss me again.

It didn't last nearly as long as I wanted it to before she backed away.

We looked at each other again, neither of us knowing what to say.

"I um -" I started.

"Nope," she cut me off, "we're not going to worry about having this conversation tonight, we're going to bed."

She grinned at me as she reached over and turned off the lamp and I shrugged. I had no problem avoiding awkward conversations, so I was fine with this solution.

She settled back down next to me once the lights were off, and we both got under the covers. I guess she was fine with me staying in the bed now.

She laid on her side, facing away from me, and I could still feel the sexual tension radiating between us. I knew I couldn't push this any further, but fuck I wanted to.

I moved a little bit closer to her, and began to gently run my hand up and down her back. I thought she might protest, but she never did as we both fell into a deep sleep.

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When I woke up the next morning, I rolled over to find the bed empty next to me. I glanced around the room and saw Whitney asleep on the couch.

Fuck, that was not a good sign.

I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through it, trying to stay quiet until she was awake. I was hoping it would keep me distracted, but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night, and where Whitney was this morning.

I was trying not to jump to conclusions, but from the looks of it, she was already regretting everything.

Whitney started to stir a few minutes later, and I glanced over at her before looking back to my phone. I was hesitant to start any type of conversation with her before I knew how she was feeling.

"Morning," I heard her grumble as she sat up.

"Morning," I said as I turned over on my side to face her, "that bad huh?"

Guess I wasn't that hesitant.

"What? What do you mean?" She asked as she rubbed her eyes.

"You regret what happened so much that you couldn't even sleep in the bed all night?" I asked.

"Oh, that," she said, "no I um, I guess I just - I thought this might be a better idea after...yeah."

Message received, damn.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound like a bitch," she continued, "but it was just a drunken kiss, it didn't mean anything, and after we talked about sleeping separately I - "

"Just a drunken kiss that didn't mean anything?" I cut her off as I gave her a surprised look.

"Well...yeah," she said hesitantly as she glanced at me.

This was continuing to get worse.

"I don't think -" I started to protest, but thought better of it, "never mind, you're right."

"No, what were you going to say?" She asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "you're right, this was probably a good idea."

I forced a fake smile and got up to take a shower.

I rubbed my hands over my face as the hot water poured over me. I should've known better than to get my hopes up, I knew this still couldn't happen.

I wish I just would've enjoyed the fact that we were getting along and having fun together, but the alcohol and sexual tension hadn't allowed that.

I finished up in the shower, and had a hard time even forcing myself back into the same room with Whitney. I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door to go back out and get dressed.

Whitney was standing by the bed packing her things up, and I watched as her eyes moved up my body. Our eyes briefly met before she quickly looked away.

Drunken kiss that didn't mean anything my ass, she was clearly feeling something more than that.

I just had to figure out how to get her to admit it.

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