I just layed there for a few minutes in bed next to Oli after our intense makeout session.
I couldn’t tell if I felt amazing or dirty. I think it was a mixture of both.
Oli turned to his side in order to face me. He slid his hand onto my waist and pulled me closer to him so my body was pressed up against his.
He kissed my forehead softly and pulled my face gently to his neck. I took a deep breath in, becoming intoxicated with his scent.
I stayed quiet listening to the sound of his heavy breaths that chorused with mine.
Suddenly my heart skipped a beat as the silence was broken by a soft “I love you,” that escaped his lips.
I hesitated for a moment and backed up a little bit so I could look up at his face.
My sea green eyes made contact with his dark chocolate colored ones and I suddenly felt the lower rims of my eyes starting to overflow with tears.
I took his hands off of my waist and faced the opposite direction from him and began to weep quietly.
Oli stayed quiet for a second and pressed his body against mine so we were spooning, but I pushed him away and began to climb out of the bed.
“Autumn, what’s wrong? Don’t you love me too?” He asked innocently.
I stood in the middle of his room with my back to him. I then swiftly turned around and screamed, “How could you even ask me that?” Then I started sobbing loudly. I wouldn’t be surprised if every one who was having Thanksgiving dinner at my house heard me.
Oli quickly got out of his bed to come comfort me. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug and didn’t let go, no matter how hard I beat on his chest in an attempt to escape.
My head was spinning. I couldn’t even form normal sentences. I just continued sobbing.
As I started to calm down a bit he loosened the hug a bit and backed up so he could take a look at me, keeping his hands on my shoulders.
I just looked at him with tired eyes, sniffing every five seconds.
“How could I do this?” he said, sliding his hands off my shoulders and running them through his hair, tugging it a bit at the ends in a frustrated manner. He then angrily ran his hands down his face and sat down on the edge of his bed, resting his face in his hands.
I sat down next to him on the bed. I took a breath and tried to think of something to say.
I didn’t want to make him feel worse but I ended up asking the question that was on my mind.
“How could you?”
He then lifted his head out of his hands and just stared at me for a second. He looked so emotional in the face, almost as if he were about to cry. That would be a sight to see.
He then transferred his glance to his feet and shrugged.
“I have absolutely no fucking idea,” he said.
I stayed quiet for a second. That wasn’t exactly an extravagant answer, but I’m not really sure what kind of answer I was expecting.
My next question to him was, “Why?”
He inhaled and exhaled deeply before starting his explanation.
“Well.. I hadn’t seen Trevor in a while, so I was all hyped up. He took me into the other room where all the “bimbos,” as you call them, were. He suggested that we play truth or dare. It felt a bit elementary, but I agreed anyways,” he started.
