Betray/Forgive - Joshua Brown Two Part Short

Betray\Forgive - Part 1

Sipping coffee in the tiny cafe, she appeared calm and collected, possibly even slightly bored. But inside couldn't be further from the truth. Her stomach still tingled, her limbs almost feeling electrified as the previous night's events replayed in her mind like a film reel.

She'd just met him the previous morning. He'd pursued her through the small gathering of gift shops as she aimlessly wandered through them. She'd noticed him in every one of them as well. Every time she looked his direction, he appeared to be deeply entranced in whatever item was within his closest reach as if she wouldn't know he'd been following her.

It was when he picked up a box of tampons and was reading the back that she finally had to snicker to herself and plucked up the courage to confront him. His look carried many of her triggers: his long hair that delicately curled past his shoulders. His closely shaved beard. His expression was stern at rest, his muscles weren't insistent, but the closer she got, the more she noticed them.

He'd introduced himself as Bam. He'd shown a half-cocked grin when she'd called him out.

"Got a heavy flow?" She'd been bold to make such a joke to a man, but if he was truly interested, he'd suck up his pride for a moment and let her have this one. And he did.

She watched as a waitress refilled her rapidly cooling, dwindling coffee. She stirred it mindlessly, watching a typhoon form in the liquid as fresh steam rose from it. The heat from the steam on her face awoke the steamy memories from the night before. How his hands hand touched her, how they moved along her, how they seemed to know her every curve as if he'd touched her 1000 times.

The covers had been a tangled mess that eventually were tossed to the floor as the sweat from their bodies echoed the passion they both felt coursing through them. No amount of air conditioning could cool their flame as he'd rocked her world until she was a quivering mess, unable to even speak the word, "no". But she didn't need to, she hadn't wanted to. She wanted it all. Everything he gave her.

She shivered in her seat, though she doubted it looked suspect, fall had set in in Colorado. Every time the shrill bell at the front signalled the opening of the door, a gust of cool air would swoop in, ruffling napkins and patrons alike.

After they'd met, he seemed reticent to let her out of his site as if she were an apparition that was sure to disappear the moment he turned away.

"I'm not a leprechaun," She'd teased, "I'm not going to disappear if you turned away."

"I don't want to take any chances," He'd said.

His presence had been overwhelming. Just him standing next to her. His chiseled arms within a close reach, his hard chest. She couldn't help but admire the way he filled out the back of his jeans as well. Her perversions had also wondered how the front of them filled out as well within a couple of hours after meeting him. For this she scolded herself, but did not stop wondering.

By lunch he'd convinced her to take a hike with him, through a small, private trail he knew outside of town. He brought a bag and in it, a picnic. She'd been impressed, it was not often a man was as planned out or thoughtful. His hand had brushed hers early on the trail and by the first bend, their fingers had linked. It wasn't long before they were completely lost from view of anyone before he'd asked to kiss her.

She'd resisted at first, but when his knuckles had brushed her cheek, she'd shuddered a yes. His passion was also overwhelming. It consumed her like a dense fog. He didn't shy away from expressing his awe either, his praises stoked her desire into a roaring blaze. She barely had the sense of mind to not jump in his lap right there in the woods.