Brave Enough To Love Again

Chapter 14

Keane

What am I doing?

That simple question that popped in my head was simple enough, but a damn difficult one to answer. I didn't know what I was doing. I've been acting impulsively whenever she was around and so far I haven't regretted any of my decisions with regards to her.

But this.

What I was doing to her. With her. Our lips and bodies in total synchronicity.

I knew that my actions then would have consequences I wasn't sure I was ready to live with.

So I stopped kissing her.

I rolled off of her and lied next to her in the sand. I could feel her confusion without looking at her. This was not going to work. This back and forth of kissing and just being friends was a stupid idea.

We couldn't be doing this without talking to each other first. Both of us needed to know the rules of this "friendship".

I should have known better. Things are never easy, especially when feelings are involved. Wait! Feelings? I meant attraction, of course. I don't have feelings for her. My dick has. And very intense ones.

I stood up and offered her my hand to help her up which she refused. There was hurt in her eyes, as well as disappointment, confusion and embarrassment. Her face was so easily readable. I really liked that about her.

The walk back to the cabin was quick. It didn't give me enough time to think. She followed me slowly. Her eyes were either looking at the sand or at the ocean. The beauty of the sight had lost its appeal since we were both lost in our thoughts.

She got herself ready for bed first and went straight into it and I followed suit. The cold shower gave me the little more time I needed to come to a decision.

Honesty is the best policy. Right? I'll just talk to her straight. If I lose her in the process, well then. Good riddance! If she agrees, we both win. I think.

She had her head under the blanket when I came out of the bathroom and I was uncertain of how to approach her, so I just lied down on the couch.

Say something now!

I cleared my throat. "Ahem."

I saw her pull the blanket from her head to look in my direction of the couch.

"Can we talk?" That sounded demanding.

"Do you want to talk?" That was better.

"Sure!"

She wasn't going to make it easy for me. I could still hear irritation in her voice.

Was she still pissed about the kissing scene on the beach?

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?"

She was definitely mad.

I could hear impatience in her voice. Finding the right words was one hell of a feat. My pulse was beginning to increase in speed and my temperature was rising. I was nervous. So many thoughts were floating in my head. Sentences and questions which didn't quite sound right for me to be saying them out loud. I had to say the right words for her to still want to spend time with me.