High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 27

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"The one's who care the most are the one's who don't show it"

    -Misty

My hand slid down her bare thigh before trailing upwards towards her ass. She giggled lightly as I squeezed, before bringing my hands around her waist and wrapping them around her, bringing her body closer to mine.

"Rowen!" She squealed, giggling. Her giggles were adorable, something that would make anyone's day.

Smiling, I brought my lips to her neck before nipping at her skin. She arched her back and sighed. Her hands reached around to undo her bra, but I stopped her.

"Gwen, no. Not now." I sighed, before sitting up on my bed. I couldn't do this.

She sat back and pouted. "Y-you don't want me?"

Yes! Yes I want you!

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed. "Of course. But it's too fast. I mean, I just met you Gwen and all of sudden we're getting half-naked? We haven't been on a date yet for god's sake!"

She stayed silent, her eyes softening. "Your right." She whispered softly. "I-I just, every guy I meet automatically goes for it, grabbing and kissing and then we're suddenly in bed doing it. I guess I expected all guys to be this way."

I shook my head, reaching to grab her hands. "No, not all. Not me. Let's go slow for now."

She smiled before getting up and putting her clothes back on. She was very easy on the eyes, and I could see why everyone wanted to hit on her.

As she left, I called out to her. "Tell Marnie to get her ass in here before you leave."

She replied back with a sour sure, not sounding to happy. She came back in a matter of seconds, looking slightly worried. "Um, she's not out there or in here."

I shot up, worried. "What?"

I gritted my teeth. She was fucking hardheaded! I told her to stay here, to not go anywhere. My heart started to pound against my chest relentlessly. If something happened to her... Fuck! If something happened to her, I'd go to jail. But I couldn't possibly live with myself if something did happen to her.

Throwing a shirt on, I ran out the door, to see she wasn't out there. Her suitcase was still resting against the side of the stairs where it was before, and her jacket was draped over the chair she brung outside. But no her.

Where could she possibly be? I know not home, or she'd got her stuff. She didn't imply that she wante-. Realization dawned on me as I remember her asking me about Sawyer. Fucking Sawyer. Rage boiled in my veins as I realized she snuck off to go with him. 

"Gwen!" I called, slightly panicking. Sawyer could be do anything to her. The possibilties were endless. 

She turned, keys in her hand. "Yeah?" 

"We need to go to Sawyer's house. And quick."

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