Mile High

Chapter 4

"You should see the other guy." I knew he was only trying to lighten the mood but I didn't laugh. I had already wrapped up his ribs and starting tending to the cut on his bottom lip. He grabbed my waist and guided me into the section between his legs. "How long are you going to be mad at me?" After finishing the last of the touch up from his lip I looked into his eyes. My hands held onto his cheeks before kissing his forehead. I felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment inside. I didn't even need to ask why he went over to Aston's house earlier, but I don't know what I expected either. Wouldn't any female be thrilled about her boyfriend defending her honor? I hadn't told Dallas why I was so upset about them fighting, guilt fell over me looking at his bruises once again. I loved how he always stood up for me, how he protected me and cared about me. Those were all the qualities I've always wanted in a man, but he had gotten hurt because of me. I knew Aston and he wouldn't stop harassing us even if Dallas won the fight or not, so there was no point in giving him what he wanted. I finally bent down to pick up to pick up the ripped up body wraps and cotton swabs on the bed so I could start to clean up the mess. I felt Dallas grab my arm and walk up behind me. "Baby girl. I told you I was sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm sick of that nigga getting' away with everything he does and says to other people...I heard every word you said about not wanting me to go see him, I did, but you have to understand, I needed to do that for me. I'm not a man if I'm not protecting my woman." I continued to face the trash can as he spoke but he grabbed my other arm so that I would face him. This time he placed his hands on my cheeks and drew his face down to mine before softly kissing me. My shoulders relaxed and felt myself fall deeply into him as he kissed me. By the time we made it back to my bed, I knew where it may be headed so I took a quick breath.

"I'm a virgin, babe." I knew the conversation could go either way. I had been nervous to bring it up to him in the beginning of our relationship and after a while I forgot that it would even matter, he never tried doing anything extra with me until now which I appreciated.

"Do you need me to slow down? You want to wait some more?" All I saw was understanding in his eyes when he didn't get angry with me for stopping us and I knew this moment and night was exactly what I wanted. I kissed him again, even deeper this time. I didn't need to say it with my words just yet but I knew I loved him. I had gotten past the point of falling for Dallas, in the past few months that we had spent together he turned out to be everything I had ever wanted and needed in a boyfriend.

I woke up before Dallas in the middle of the night. I still felt a little bit too sore to go to the bathroom so I decided to watch him breathe. Ever since I was young I loved to lay there and watch my father breathe while he took his nap at lunch time during the hot summer days. I remembered how peaceful he would look on the love seat that was about a foot too short for him. I placed my hand on Dallas' stomach, it seemed like I was just realizing how soft his skin was. I leaned over and kissed him before resting my head down. I let his body lift my head up and down slowly for a few minutes before finally walking to the bathroom. Dallas and I had started to grow closer to one another and it scared the shit out of me. I hadn't been close to a man where I felt I could tell him all of my secrets since my six month anniversary with Aston and even I could admit letting him in that deeply was a huge mistake. I began telling Dallas things about my father and how I was still having nightmares about him over a decade after he passed away. I felt like a piece of me was still missing since then, nothing seemed right after that day and I had begun to consider myself damaged goods. One of those teenage females with no father, I hated to tell people he was gone. I had a father, he just died. My father was raising me, he never left me in his own will. Even though it killed me to miss him so much, but deep down a part of me wanted to move on and forward. It wasn't hard to believe that he would want me to but it was hard to actually leave him in the past. I walked out of the bathroom again and began to watch Dallas sleep again. I knew I was falling for him but it scared me to say it first.