HELP ME FIX MY BROKEN HEART

Chapter 17

WARNING: This chapter contains adult content

Carla POV

The rest of the of the weekend went by smooth, I never let Miranda know that I heard her Saturday night. The fact that she was falling in love with me scared the shit out of me, but I had promised myself that I wasn't going to run. I wanted to know what this was, I wanted to know if these feelings I had for her was love. All these emotions were so confusing. The happiness I felt when I was with her, the way she held me, comforted me, the way her body felt like a perfect mold to mine. I was glad she was being patient, to let me figure out what all this was.

I had decided over the weekend, that I was going to hire the movers, they are going to start this week, I'm really excited to get the house the way I want it, but I'm also sad to see all my family things go into storage. I had spent Sunday going through things I wanted to keep out of storage. Miranda stayed with me Sunday, but she left me alone. I figured she knew I needed to do this on my own.

I really didn't keep much, some pictures, some of my sisters things, and my parents wedding sets. The rest of the items I just threw in a box, I actually felt like some of the items should be donated especially the clothing and bedding. I had asked Miranda if that would be weird, and she told me that it was a great idea, that she actually knew a family that would be in need of some of these items.

It was after school on Monday, I had taken practice and after practice drills easy today, because I knew we had a game tomorrow. I texted Miranda asking what she was doing, she wanted me to come over and watch movies saying we could order pizza or something for dinner.

When I arrived I debated on weather I should knock or not, the door was unlocked so I just let myself in. Miranda was in the kitchen, in just a t-shirt, she had her headphones in and she was dancing. Which was quite funny because she didn't really have any rhythm. I leaned against the door frame and just watched, she seemed happy, I wonder if I'm the reason why. When she turned around her face went white, then turned bright red. "What the hell." she said.

"I was just enjoying the dance party, I almost felt a little jealous that I wasn't invited." I started walking towards her. When I got close I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, I leaned into to kiss her, "I missed you." I whisper before pressing my lips to hers. I could obviously tell she missed me too, before I knew it one kiss turned out to a very heated make out session.

I ran my hands down her sides and to her thighs, I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up, she wrapped her legs around me never breaking he kiss. Her hands were in my hair, and her legs were wrapped so tight I could hardly breathe, I sat her down on the counter, I pulled away from the kiss and started trailing kisses down her neck. I think at that moment realized I wanted her, I wanted us, I wanted to know what love feels like, "I want you, I want you to make love to me", I whispered in her ear.

She pulled back and cupped my face, her piercing eyes, searching mine, I knew she was looking for hesitation or concern, but at this moment she wasn't going to find it. She slid off the counter and grabbed my hand and led me towards her bedroom. I figured to be nervous, but my adrenaline was pumping in my ears, my head was spinning, but in this instant I knew what I wanted.

She let go of my hand and walked to the bed, "Are you sure, we can wait, please don't do something your not ready for." I didn't say a word I just walked over to her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. I pushed her back to where her legs were at her bed and slowly leaned more into her. Her body fell back onto the bed and I crashed mine down on top of her. I kissed her neck and must have hit a sensitive spot because she let out a small moan. I ran my hands down her smooth arms, down her sides, and onto the top of her thigh. I listened to every sound, every gasp, every soft moan that Miranda let out, trying to remember exactly what I had done to earn those sexy sounds.