Lie to Me

Lie to Me Part 7

~~Her

He got super quiet after I last spoke and it kind of scared me. What did I say wrong? I said he needed to be more honest and that we needed it to move on.

But why would any of that make him mad?

Move on. Fuck.

"Uhhhh.....I fucked up." I said loudly eaving my hands.

I scared him and he jumped. "What?" He asked loudly.

"Ok. I know we are trying to work on this," I said waving my hands between us, "I didn't mean move on like move on-move on. Unless that's what you want but I want you to tell me. I need to tell you. I didn't mean like move on from us I meant move on from the weirdness and the hate-" I got cut off.

I got cut off from his damn lips. This damn lips that got me into trouble so many times because he couldn't wait to take me. The reason we got caught in the parking lot of Magic Kingdom, or the coat closet of his Management's parties (yes plural), or his freaking bandmates rehearsal in the studio.

His lips were so soft and I was sitting there like a frozen pink popsicle. Maybe blue. Those are my two favorite colored popsicles so ask me again later if I have chosen.

I didn't move. He detached himself from me and I just stared at him.

"Oh no...I'm sorry. I wanted to stop you from your rambling fits and I just did it. I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I loved it. But I'm sorry I should have asked or not done it-" he stopped.

This time I cut him off. I cut him off and slid to straddle him so I had better access to his lips. His blonde curly hair fell back off his face and my dark brown hair covered both of our faces.

When we finally broke apart we were breathless and staring at each other.

"That was more amazing then I remembered." I whispered softly and he nodded. His hands were still in my hair as he pulled me down and kissed me again.

This time I broke the kiss and pulled myself off of him. I could still feel the sting from his lips on mine as I sighed audibly. He just kept staring at me.

And here I go being an emotional train wreck. The waterworks have now started. I wasn't a sobbing mess but the tears fell freely. A tightness in my chest appeared and he scooted closer to me until his arms were wrapped around me and he was whispering in my ear everything I have been yearning to hear.

"Could you ever forgive me?" He whispers in my ear as his hands cup my face.

"Honestly?" I asked hoarsely and he nods in return, "I don't know."

He sighs and nods his head.

"Please remember that you are it for me. I realized its too late I know that. But if I don't have you then I won't have anyone." He stated through his tears.

Live to forgive but never forget.

"It's not too late. Not for us." I whispered staring up at him.

He slightly smiled and just held me. We never moved from that couch. He just held me and rubbed my back. Our phones never buzzed or rang to interrupt us. The rain hit the window softly and we just laid there together. Neither of us wanted this to end.

So we fell asleep.