Jesse's Girl

Chapter Seven

    He kissed me. Josh Pierce kissed me; and told me he was in love with me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even though that was almost five days ago.

  Every time Jesse touched me, I felt a fresh swath of guilt. How could Josh do this to me? I had never had doubts about Jesse until that day. My wedding was closing in on me and all I could think about was Josh. I should have been thinking about Jesse; how he’d look at me as I walked down the aisle. I should not be remembering the feel of Josh’s sweet and soft lips pressed urgently against mine.

  Keeping the knowledge to myself was killing me. I knew I couldn’t ignore Josh forever. I had to face him. Oh, Lord, I had to face Josh! What was I going to say? I didn’t love him! Well, I wasn’t in love with him. Well, I mean, I didn’t feel the way I felt with Jesse around Josh. The feelings I had about Josh were different.

  Wait, feelings? I didn’t have any feelings toward him besides contempt! Didn’t I?

  Oh, Robyn! I scolded myself. You’re about to get married!

  I made up my mind then that I would pay Josh a surprise visit. I knew where he lived. It served him right to catch him off guard. He had certainly caught me by surprise. It was time to return the favor.

  “Robyn?” Jesse said softly and I jumped when I felt his fingers capture mine.

  “Hmm?” We were at this catering place, deciding what kind of food we wanted. I had pretty much been nodding to everything for the past half hour.

  His blue eyes pierced into mine and he smiled slightly. “You’re not really into this, are you?”

  I sighed, putting a hand to my forehead. “Oh. I’m sorry, honey. I’m just exhausted, that’s all. Food is the last thing on my mind right now.”

  His smile broadened, buying my lame excuse. “Well, we can’t really reschedule. I would if we could, but the wedding’s two and a half weeks away.”

  “Oh.” My head reeled and my stomach felt a little sick. “Oh, gosh, you’re right.” Before he could be hurt that I had forgotten, I said, “I’ve been so busy, I haven’t even realized how much time has gone by.”

  “And I would think you’d be counting down the days,” Jesse teased, but I could tell he was a little hurt that I hadn’t, in fact, been marking the days on my calendar.

  I reached up and kissed his cheek. “Do you forgive me?”

  He smiled. “Of course I forgive you.” He leaned down and kissed me softly.

  “How sweet!” the caterer gushed when she walked back in the room, a laminated menu in her hand. “You two will make a fine couple!”

  Jesse smiled proudly.

  But I felt sick to my stomach, guilt gnawing at me. All I could think when he kissed me was that Josh’s lips had been there just a few days ago. And that Jesse had no clue. He most likely never would. But it killed me that Jesse didn’t know something that I did. I hated keeping things from him.

  I had to see Josh as soon as possible. I had to stop feeling so horrible for something he had done.

  I had a whole speech planned in my head, and I ran through it as I stormed up the stairs of his apartment building.

  “How could you tell me you loved me three weeks before my wedding?! How dare you! Why couldn’t you tell me before or just keep it to yourself? I never wanted to be thinking about you the weeks before my wedding! But here I am, all confused and afraid that you’re going to be hurt. How could you do this to me, Josh? I was happy!”

  I knocked on the door with much force behind my knuckles, a grim look set on my face. I had to be firm. No matter the look he gave me with those sea green eyes of his. I had to be the dominant one in this conversation. I had to lay down the law; say what was what.

  The door opened and my heart collapsed. Josh stared at me in astonishment, eyes wide and mouth opening and closing, as though he wanted to say something.

  “Robyn,” he breathed at last.

  I hated the way he was looking at me. It was so heartbreaking. Jesse never looked at me like that. Josh looked like I was some cookie in a cookie jar he would like nothing more to do than get his hand caught in and yet wary of doing so.

  I took a deep breath. Firm, Robyn, be firm. But I just kept staring at him, memorizing his strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones, the way his dark hair fell into those ocean deep eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, I was flinging myself into his arms, grabbing the back of his head so he could be brought to my level. And then I was kissing him. I was kissing Josh!

  He stumbled back in surprise, barely catching himself as I stumbled with him. When he realized I wasn’t about to let go, his hand came to cup my cheek and the other went to the small of my back, pulling me tighter against him. He kissed me back with such a terrible passion, I felt my knees quake under me. Jesse had never kissed me like this.

  I pushed him further out of the doorframe, kicking the door shut with my heel. I felt my back against the wall and Josh’s lips pull away from mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. I pulled his lips back on mine, desperate to have them there; to stay right there.

  I barely realized we were moving until my back was flat against the bed with Josh suspended above me, never breaking his kisses.

  And before I knew what I was doing, I was having sex with my fiancé’s best friend; two and a half weeks before our wedding.

A/N Do remember the rating is PG in this. So this is all you get, lol. Anyway, what’d you think? Were you expecting this of our respectable Robyn? Josh is just too cute to resist. Well, we’ve got three more chapters of this before it’s over L Bye bye, Josh. But my next short story is called ‘According to You I’m Unbeautiful’. Two of my favorite chick songs, lol. Unbeautiful by Lesley Roy and According to You by Oriannti (hope I got that right; if not, you know what I mean).

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Hannah

P.S Sorry if Missed Me isn’t updated right away, but my shoulders are freaking screwed up for some stupid reason. They burn hecka more when I’m typing, too.