sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 28

"Becca, I can't do this" I beg but her ears ignore my words while her hands take over my body. They find their way to the buttons of my shirt for the third time this week. "Becca, I really can't"

Her lips are back to my neck before pushing me to the bed. It's everything I love and admire about her but I promised Taylor I would work on us. After dinner with her professor last night, we had a long talk that we were going to sit down and make this work. Which meant what is going on between Becca and I has to stop.

"I love your sister" I force my hands off her hips, trying to bite back the want

"I know" she doesn't move, "she won't be home for another hour"

Her shirt is off in front of me and everything is forcing me to screw my eyes shut to stop the want; to stop the need. She doesn't rest which makes me so happy, but feel like shit for what I have done to Taylor.

She, Taylor, has caught on to our flirting and eye contact when we hang out, that's why we're in so many fights. But I don't think she knows were fucking each other when she goes to McKenna's soccer games. It's terrible, I know and I have a tough time sleeping at night but my urges are killing me. All I want is Becca and I've finally got her, making me not want to stop.

"I promised I would work on our relationship Becca"

She spins us around so I'm on top, staring into her beautiful blue eyes that confuse me. Her smile towards me is relaxed, something only Becca gives to me when we are intimate like this. I hold her side where the bandage of a removed tattoo sits. She winces in the pain, looking at me in ways I never thought Becca Swift could look at me.

I do love her, I love everything about her but I love everything about Taylor. It's just which one I love more.

That's why I hate doing this because I know that it's one thing to cheat, but it's another thing to be attached to the person.

"I have to pack. I'm taking her to Fire Island."

She does get irritated with me, but with reason. I feel bad for her because she gets the short end of the stick during all of this.

"We do need to talk Becca"

"I don't think we do" her hands push my chest, showing the irritation through physical touch. "I get it, you're going to go back to the girl that makes you miserable and hide who you are"

"There is more to this Becca, and you know that. I've been with Taylor for just over six months. People have problems in a relationship and I should not give up that easy just because I get irritated once a week"

"That exactly means that you should give up. It's not working between the two of you and you've expressed this to me many times. I love my sister and I'm happy we're getting along and everything but that does not mean I'm going to hold my opinion on you two." She gets off the bed and places her shirt back on, "I was your friend first Harry and I see what Taylor is doing to you and I don't like it"

Without another thought, Becca is out the door, leaving the noise of it slamming shut to swell my brain. Her anger never seizes to amaze me. She can be such a passionate person, filled with love and lust, yet she is also filled with so much anger and hate that I don't understand how she controls it.

The door is back open, showing me the other love of my life, Taylor. She's struggling with many plastic bags, the sound making it known that she is in the apartment. I see her white hands trying to carry every single bag so she doesn't have to make a second tip, as well as the pain in her eyes to get the two milk cartons up on the counter.

I rush to help her out, grabbing the bags that I can and placing them on the counter with her. "By god, were only going on a three hour road trip, not a month long" I chuckle, taking a look at everything she got