Faking Love - Y.C -

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Yoandri's POV

"Then let me fix you," I say, as I pull her chin up so she is looking at me.

I love seeing her this way. In my arms, where she belongs.

She has told me about everything that guy Jc did. What a idiot he is. Why would he do that? Sleeping with another women simply just because Molly didn't want to have sex with him. That's completely stupid.

And then Molly forgiving him because he was begging for mercy. Jc told her he would change for her but no. He did it again. Lied to her and left her. If I were her I would have never forgiven him. He is such an idiot.

Molly loved him. And he simply threw away all her love and trust.

That's why she pulls me away. But I know, that I would never treat her the way Jc treated her. I would treat her as she was a princess, more like a queen. I love her and that's not a lie. She's has to know that.

I remembered of what happened earlier how kissing turned into almost sex.

I mean when I first lead her into my room, I just wanted to kiss her again. And when she almost said that she was sorry for kissing me, I simply shut her up with my lips.

She doesn't need to apologize about kissing me. I don't know why she would ever think that I would be mad that she kissed me.

I wanted to kiss her again and I did. She kept on teasing me by pulling my bottom lip, that's turns me on so bad.

She said she wanted it. She said she didn't want me to stop. I knew what she wanted. I could tell want her body wanted. and it was me.

The way I was between her legs, kissing her passionately, never thinking of removing my lips off of hers. The way her leg felt so good around my waist.

I wanted to touch her. But I knew that this wouldn't be right. It would be just sex, not making love. She said she didn't love me, but I loved her. It doesn't seem right. At least not for me. I want her to feel the same way. So I could make love to her and please her whichever way she wants.

She got too quick. She started unbuttoning my shirt and I knew I had to stop right there. And when I told her we couldn't do this, I could see the frown she had on her face, and her desperate eyes.

I know she is a Virgin. But I don't know if she was ready to do it. Could she have possibly let me take her virginity away?

I wanted to touch her so bad but it didn't feel right.

Now here we are, laying down, her on my chest, my arm around her waist so she could be closer to me.

I want to fix her. I want her to feel loved but this time for real. I want to love her the way she deserves to be loved.

She looks up at me, smiling. I remove a strand of hair that is falling from her face and tuck it behind her ear. Her hair is in a high messy ponytail. I love how she looks. She always looks good.

She plays with the buttons on my shirt as I stare down at her face.

I have so many things to say to her. So many things that I have to tell her about my past. But if I tell her, she would see the whole different side of me. She wouldn't trust me. So I just keep quiet and wait for the right time to tell her. She doesn't need to know now. Or tomorrow. Or next week. Or next month. Or next year. I honestly don't know when I would tell her.