They're Like Us [Part 3]

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POV Shawn

The first time I tried to kiss her, she avoided my lips and said she had a boyfriend. That boy, the one with the muscles and tattoos, is her boyfriend? I can't believe it. That crappy fitness boy?

"I don't care." I tell her staring at her fiery red lips. I tell her I miss her. And no, I don't just miss sex and pleasure. I miss her laughter, her craziness, her concern for me and the children, but also the fact that she needed someone to look after her. That insecure girl from a few years ago, that has turned into a confident young lady. Oh, I miss her so much.

I press my lips against hers. I put my hands on her neck so that she can no longer go any other way. She can only kiss me. And she does.

Fuck, I love this girl.

I feel her rough tongue coming against mine. The taste of mint is delicious and even better now that I taste it on her tongue. The sensation. Wow. She's amazing.

Suddenly she pulls back.
Why?
What is she doing?

She tells me to stop, but I draw her closer to me. Her waist feels a lot thinner than the last time I touched it. That's a while ago of course. She has probably done a lot of sports in the meantime. I lean my forehead against hers and then apologize for being drunk.

Suddenly she mumbles that we must leave here before anyone sees us. What exactly does she mean by that? Does she wants to continue? Or should I stop?

"We can't do this."
Clear. I should stop.

"I know, I know," I whisper softly in her ear, goosebumps appear in her neck and that makes me grin, "but I want to, baby. Please let me."

I can't stop. I just can't.
I can't give up on her.

Then she presses her lips against mine. I'm astonished because I thought she would hit me in the face. After everything I did to her, I didn't think that would have been that strange to be honest.

But those lips. She wants me to continue eventhough she says she don't want me. As soon as I realize what actually happened, I put my hands on her ass and lift her up.

I bring her, while kissing, to the nearest door. I slam the door shut behind me and magically lock it. I push her against a wall, but she hits it so hard that she moans.

I immediately put her down to the floor and see if she is in a lot of pain. Normally I could always read her thoughts from her face, but not today. I can't read her face.

Maybe this was a mistake after all.
Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her.

I take a step back and want to apologize, but she puts her hands on my neck and whispers the words I have long waited for. "I miss you too, Mendes. Don't stop."

Her green eyes stare at me hopefully.

She takes off her dress without breaking eye contact. She stands in front of me in her lingerie and looks at me while biting her lip.

She knows what that does to me.

Oh fuck it.
I still love her.