𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

Chapter 6: Tears and Apologies

*Dixie's POV*

I ran to the co-ed bathrooms and dashed into a bathroom stall, locking it shut and sinking onto the floor, sobbing as quietly as I could. I still couldn't believe that he would use my liking for him to his advantage during an argument when I was merely telling him that he shouldn't be having sex in his office. I pulled myself together, telling myself that I could cry all I want at home but had to be professional.

For the whole shift, I didn't talk to Matt unnecessarily and didn't talk to him directly. Every time my gaze fell on him for a while, I could see the guilty look he had. I didn't know whether he was guilty about having sex during shift or saying those things to me or both. 

After shift, I grabbed my stuff and walked out, getting into my car when I heard someone knock on the window. I looked up and saw Matt, so I rolled my eyes then rolled down the window. Still pissed, I asked, annoyed, "What the fuck do you want?"

"To talk."

"You've lost that privilege a long time ago." I rolled my eyes, ready to roll up the windows again when Matt pleaded, "Please. Just listen. I'm sorry I was such a jackass. It was just breakup sex. And I'm really, really sorry for what I said in my office."

"You should be." I replied, looking away from his face. 

"Let's talk."

"No. There's enough said. You revealed what you finally thought, and you shouldn't doubt your feelings just because you feel bad. I'm leaving." I replied, rolling up the windows, making Matt move aside as I left. I knew I was acting like a bitch, but that stupid heart in me kept feeling painful.

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It was 6:30 p.m., I was at home and had eaten dinner. I was sitting on my sofa watching television in a tank top and terrycloth shorts, or as Kelly called it, booty shorts (Gabby hated that name because she found it extremely vulgar). 

I was settling down with socks on and a warm blanket when the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole and saw Matt. I sighed, then opened the door. He stood there, holding up a semi-transparent plastic bag which contained a six-pack of beer. I let him in, then closed the door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms as Matt took off his sneakers and socks. He was wearing a plain t-shirt that defined his muscles and jeans.

"I came to say that I'm sorry, and it's killing me knowing that I'm still not forgiven. Please, Dixie, I'm really sorry for all that messed-up shit I said."

"You're forgiven. Come, sit down." I said, patting the spot on the sofa beside me. After a while, we had finished a can of beer each. I looked up at Matt, his light stubble neatly trimmed. I snuggled closer, resting my head on his chest. He combed my hair with his fingers, lightly brushing through the knots. I looked up at him. He looked back down at me, his eyes staring into mine. I slowly brought my face nearer to his and he did the same, crashing his lips down onto mine. 

I let out a little moan, giving Matt the chance to slip his tongue in. We battled for dominance over the kiss, which Matt eventually won. I swiftly shifted onto his lap, straddling him. I could feel his growing bulge press against my womanhood. Matt moved his arms up and took off my tank top and unclipped my bra, leaving my chest bare. As I continued to straddle him, he brought his face forward and began sucking on my nipples, drawing a moan from me. 

I roughly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor and tracing his abs while kissing him. I stepped off his lap and he took off my shorts while I undid his belt. He stood up and pulled off his pants and boxers. His ten inches sprung free. We sat back down, me still straddling him, but him not in me yet. 

I fumbled in my purse for a condom and handed it to him. He tore the wrapper off with his teeth and slid in on. Positioning himself as I laid on my back on the sofa, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"I am. Are you?"

"I am." He replied, slowly entering me. A moan escaped my lips as he began bucking his hips. I moved in a way so we matched.

"Ah, fuck, Matt, go faster. Faster." I moaned, my back arching in pleasure. He leaned over me and I sort of hugged him while he went faster, my nails digging into his back. Matt gave me hickeys along my collarbone, not making an effort to hide them. Matt grunted, then said, "Fuck, I'm gonna' cum."

"Do it." I replied and we came at the same time. He tossed the condom and slid on his boxers. I pulled on Matt's shirt and my underwear before we both lay down on the sofa. Snuggling closer to Matt and resting my head on his chest, I heard him whisper, "I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered back, then pressing my lips to his.