Give Me Hope (h.s)

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I'm so torn up right now. The inability to know what Arabella's thinking has me in stitches, sitting on the edge of the bed. I've changed out of my suit and put my boxers and shorts on, but remain shirtless.

The thought that we went too far lingers in my mind and I fear she regrets everything that just happened. But she took her bikini top off herself, which is making me confused. Perhaps her orgasm led to her feeling vulnerable and now she's afraid of what I think. All I want is to ensure her that I'm a safe person in her life and her life is important to me. She deserves anything and everything; not the life she had in the past.

The bathroom door opens and I look up, Arabella holding her bag. She has shorts and a tee on, looking as though she's ready for bed. I stand and she looks up at me, her eyes flickering away.

"Bella," I say, but she puts her hand up. She grabs my hand and flips the lights off, tugging me to the other room. We go downstairs and I just follow her, allowing her to guide me to sit on the porch. I sit beside her and she holds my hand tightly, her head leaning onto my shoulder.

"Please, tell me what you're thinking," I say, desperation almost laced through my voice. "I-I just need to know what is going through your mind."

She takes a deep breath and I move my hand out of hers, wrapping my arm around her leg. Then her hand moves to my arm and she lifts her head, kissing my cheek.

"I-I felt weird. But I think it was because I didn't know, um, how to deal with...post orgasm," she says, my arm lifting to wrap around her instead.

"Are you okay though?" I ask, her head nodding. She looks up at me and I brush her hair back, my eyes watching her close.

"It felt...so good," she whispers, my lips curving. She flushes and I kiss her forehead, my hand tugging her close.

"That's what I was going for," I grin, her laugh surely covering up her embarrassment. Sex is a weird thing, but so effortless. I just want to make sure her exploration in the subject ensures her comfort.

"Let's go to bed," she whispers, my head nodding. She grabs my hand and we walk up to the house, closing up and walking upstairs.

We brush our teeth and she washes her face, my hands holding her waist from behind. She turns when she's done and I lift her up, holding her close in my arms.

We lay in bed, her body facing mine, and I let her fingertips trace my face. "I'm really happy you took me away," she whispers, my lips curving.

"Me too, Bella. Me too."

She leans in and presses a peck to my lips, her body resting against mine. Holding her in my arms just makes me so relaxed. She's safe and happy, and that's what matters most to me as we drift off asleep.

I wake up and find my body lying alone in the bed, my arms stretching out. After, I make my way downstairs and see Arabella cooking at the stove. But I'm more intrigued at her outfit choice. It's clear she showered, her drying hair in braids, but all I see on her body is one of my t-shirts. And God, seeing this beautiful girl in my shirt is the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen.

As quietly as I can, I sneak up behind her and grab her hips. She jolts but then sinks into my body, my lips attaching to her neck. I hear her start to laugh, my kisses clearly tickling her.

"I was looking for my shirt, cheeky girl," I smile, kissing her cheek.

"And I found your shirt, pretty boy," she responds, my hand grabbing her waist and spinning her around. I grab the counter behind her and trap her, her blue eyes brightly looking up at me.