In due time (Completed)

Chapter 23- Pancakes

Tyler

My mind was a blank canvas as I stared into space, running my fingers through her hair. The cool air from the ceiling fan above head bit into my skin. The silk sheets clung to our bodies while Specs rested her head on my chest.

Replaying what had just happened minutes ago, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just a cruel dream. That she wasn't really here covered in nothing but the fabric of my bed sheets.

The only reassurance that I wasn't losing my mind was the feel of her heart beat against my chest. The sound of her light breathing and the touch of her petite hands on my abdomen.

I guess seeing a shrink really does make a difference.

Lying in bed, equal amounts of pleasure, rage and jealousy ran through every nerve in my body.

Pleasure from the sudden surge of ecstasy that coursed through my veins. After months of trying to suppress my want and desire for her, I finally had her completely and entirely to myself.

Rage from laying eyes on that nasty scar tissue on her right shoulder. From what I could tell, it was probably a deep cut with a rigid object. Specs didn't seem the type to inflect self harm so I knew for a fact that someone else had done this to her which only made me see red. I could just be over reacting. Maybe it was an accident while she was at gym or in the kitchen but the way in which she flinched from my touch, told me otherwise.

Jealousy was never usually an emotion associated with me but when it came to Specs, something just so happened to trigger that side of me. The thought of her being with another guy in this way made my stomach churn.

I could only imagine what she must've thought of me and my ex-player ways. I'm surprised that I didn't pick up an STD from all those flings that I tried out after Steph had died. At times I felt disgusted with myself for stooping to those standards but then I realize that if I hadn't been the semi- perverted asshole that I was, I would've never started down this awkward and rather complicated path with Specs.

She probably didn't know it but ever since the day I met her, I've been completely celibate. No one night stands, no flings, nothing. Being a guy, that was tough but so fucking worth it.

I felt the need to tell her exactly what was going on in my mind so that my intentions were completely transparent. She needed to know that I'm not going to be one of those guys that just look for a good time then leave you out to dry.

"Specs," I started while I absentmindedly brushed her scar with my thumb. Her body tensed up for a beat but relaxed just as fast.

She looked up at me without saying a word, her eyes urging me to continue.

"I may not be your first but right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last," I said, getting it out of my system.

She laughed, crossing her hands over my chest and resting her chin on it. Her eyes sparkled with amused.

"What?" I asked, confused by her expression and lack of response.

"Nothing," she laughed, "it's just...who said that you're late?" She asked, raising a provocative eyebrow.

Her response caused my mind to go blank. Was she being serious right now?

"Don't mess with me, Specs," I told her.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she chuckled, "although, you should really get your facts straight before you say stuff like this, Blake. Some people may take offense if you jump to such conclusions about them and that could land you in some serious..."