I groaned when I woke up, my headache turning worse as I focused on my celling. This is such a bad day to start. I was rubbing my temples when my other hand touched soft skin. I lifted up my head to see Ashley lying on my chest and my heart beat quickened. She stirred a little and I lie back, stopping all movements. Sensing that she wasn’t waking up, I tried to grab a pillow as slowly as possible. I moved the pillow under my head and tried to pull her body up slowly. She stirred again and I stopped. I forced myself not to stare at her but my eyes refused to listen to my brain. Her soft hair tousled on my chest, her lips plush and inviting. I lifted my head and leaned over to her face, pushing hair that is covering part of her face away. How I missed her..My heart hammered against my chest as I leaned closer to her lips, watching for any movements. I placed my lips softly over hers when she hadn’t stirred. I couldn’t help myself as I kissed deeper. I missed her so much that my heart hurts, my groin hurting terribly as I tasted. Suddenly there was a response from her, she started to move her lips and I heard a moan from her throat. I knew I should stop but I couldn’t. I kissed her heavily and bit her bottom lip softly asking for entrance. Her body stirred as I put my arms around her and laid her on her back. She opened her mouth slightly and I slipped my tongue inside, tasting sweetness. I could feel her arms around my shoulders as I attacked her with my tongue, the heat between us rising. I shifted and lay in between her legs, my pelvis involuntarily moving a little against her. My breath quickened when I heard soft moans from her when I started to kiss her neck. I lifted my head and froze when her eyes fluttered open lazily. We were staring at each other for a few seconds before realization crossed her face. Her hands around my back gripped my shoulders for a moment making me almost groaned out when her pelvis hit my arousal. Her eyes flashed with emotions, shock, pain and fear. That’s what got me pushing myself away from the bed and stood up.
“Erm, morning.” I was still steadying my breath when her voice sounded through my ears. I turned around and studied her face, she looked away, acting like nothing happened.
“Morning..Ashley I..” I stepped forward but she cut me off.
“You want breakfast? I think there’s still some bacon left.” I nodded and watched her as she got up and walked past me without another glance. I stared at her back as she make her way out and disappeared into the kitchen while my heart clenched. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and almost gave a growl of frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? She doesn’t care about you anymore, why do I keep doing stuff that make us more awkward? I shook my head and walked into the bathroom, refusing myself the pleasure of tears. The pain is too big, especially when I knew that she can never be mine again. Especially when that son of a bitch told me over dinner, or can you say being at restaurant talking without touching food a dinner, says that he issue a challenge to win over Ashley heart, whoever lost should never attempt to have any relationship with her again whether she is single or not in future. That prick had the balls to laugh when I tried to hold back not to punch him. No, I couldn’t stand her being with anybody. I love her too much. She’s mine..But she doesn’t love you. The voice in my head mocked me. I slammed my fists against the wall a few times before a knock sounded.
“Bruce? Are you alright?” I stopped myself because I had the urge to walk out and take her into my arms. Begged her if I need to, to ask her to be mine. Again.
“Bruce?” The knocks grew louder.
“ Yeah! I’m coming out now.” I stood out of the shower and took my towel.
“Okay. I’ll be in my room, breakfast is ready.” I kept silent and dried myself. I stepped out and saw my door closed. Dressing quickly, I strode into the kitchen and stared.
“Ashley, where are you going in that dress?” She was wearing a blood red dress that reached her thighs, her cleavage shown perfectly when she turned around. She looked so stunning that a lump formed in my throat. Her white flesh was contrasted beautifully with the red.
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When Love Hurts
Teen FictionAshley and Bruce were playmates once when they are children before Bruce's father brought his family overseas. Eight years later, they meet again at Ashley's school after he was transfered. Ashley is hurt in relationships before, with her boyfriend...