An old fling..

Getting used to this.....(megans pov)

This house is so big! . Megan thought as she stood up from her bed. How long had she slept. It seemed like the whole day. WOW! she thought as her hand brushed through her white bed sheet. She stretched her hand to touch the brown pillow. It was so soft. What was in there she thought? feathers?. Walking around her giant room she notices the giant plasma tv. Looking by her left she saw from the huge window that seemed like a door. It was already late. Still admiring the room, she heard a knock on her door.
"you may come in.....its your house anyway"she said sounding very rude. She was wishing he could sense her sudden dislike for him.
"uhh ......okay sure" he said closing the door to the room.
"you wouldnt mind if i sat her would you?"he asked pointing to the edge of the bed.
"like i said its your house so...." she said as she shrugged. He could easily read how angry he had made her .
"Im sorry Megan....." he said as he lowered his head in such a way i couldnt see him.
"you are what? .....sorry? did you just say you are sorry?" I said as i stood up. With an expression that showed both anger and confusion. He had hurt me. I could never be hurt like that ever again.
"you hurt me then and you hurt me now." she said as tears began to gather in her eyes. Her voice became shaky.
"i didnt mean it, i was young." he said as he stood up. Trying to convince me he began explaining.
"oh please cut the crap. You kissed me Tommy. You came into my class and kissed me on valentines day after refusing me". she said as the tears began to roll down her eyes. She couldnt hold it in she let it out.
Tommy stretched his hands towards her requesting a hug. He wanted to comfort her.
" why did you kiss me. You used me. I was so young and in love and you used me .... did you ever love me?" she asked as she continued to sob , resting her head on his chest. He had barely undressed after work. The tie was gone. he removed the first three buttons showing a little of his manly chest.
"did you....." before she could finish she was interrupted by his warm lips on hers . His lips were soft. She let his lips explore hers caressing every part, letting him in. She joined in on the kiss. It wasn't like the last time. This kiss had something that felt like love,passion, care.
Could this be possible? Could he actually care?