Save Me
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"You promised!"
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"I'm sorry to say but she..."
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"Why?!"
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"Some people just aren't meant to last..."
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"So," He said shyly, "Want a hot chocolate?" He said, a small smile rising up on his lips. I look at him and contemplate to myself, but nod my head after sighing and heisting. When he comes back he leans against the booth across from me. "If you don't mind me asking, who was that guy?"
"Why do people say 'if you don't mind me asking' before asking a personal question?" I blurt, before blushing and shaking my head. "Sorry. He's my dad." I apologize as I twirl the straw around the foam cups, lightly blowing on the lid as if to cool it down.
He cursed to himself. "Never mind," He murrmerd. I looked up, confusion covering my face like a thick blanket.
"What are you 'never minding'?" I ask, tossing my hair ouI of my eyes and blinking before looking back up at him.
"I was gonna try an impress you and say 'I'll beat him up' but I you can see..." He blushed and looked down at himself. "I'm a wimp." He chuckled to himself, causing me to laugh a bit. I smiled and met his eyes.
"Yeah, trust me. His hit can really injury someone," I laugh, him joining in, and shake my head; shaking the bad thought out of my head. I unconsciously touched the forming under my right eye. "Nice try though."
"Yeah but hey?" I looked up and met his eyes with a small smile. I raised a brow and smiled. "At least you can say you walked in with a frown and walked out not looking down."
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"You're beautiful,"
"And your delusional,"
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"It's because Im in love with you" He says, with a straight face. Not even cracking a smile. I cant help but to laugh at his remark, staring at his serious face. Hes putting a lot into this act. He would never just admit it like that. "No you're not," I tell him after my fit of laughter. I pull at his cheek once before patting it with a smirk, "We just had sex," "And now I love you," He says, immediately after. "We were both desperate," I respond, finally deciding not to pay him any mind. I grab my rag off the counter top, wiping off the spot he is at and continuing down the bar. "I love you" He calls out as I get farther away. I don't react, keeping my back to him and ignoring his shenanigans, stilling scrubbing down the bar. "I said I love you," He calls out again, louder. I can hear his chair scrape the ground and I can see he starts to follow me from the opposite side of the bars. "Do you hear me? I love you" He yells over the noise in the bakery. -- "It's because Im in love with you" I tell him, seriously. "No you're not," He responds simply, "Because then you wouldn't leave me," "You know I love you," I plead, crossing my arms across my chest, "I wouldn't just do this to you, Tony," My arms are folded on my chest but I want nothing more than to wrap them around him and hold him for a second longer. He pulls further away from me, his hands raking over his face, before they drop in his lap. "You were using me," He says softly. Like a moment of realization hit. "No, I love you." I tell him again, unconsciously reaching for his hand for comfort for the both of us. He pulls it back, standing up and not giving me a second glance before he walks off from me. My jaw drops. "I said I love you," I call out from behind him. "Do you hear me? I love you," *** Friends and benefits could never hurt a childhood friendship. Could it? How far will this go? What is there to expect?
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"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I place my hand on her waist and she brushes her face on mine. I come across her lips and press mine on hers. It starts as an unstable kiss, but each time our lips part, my body cries for more. I suck on her bottom lip as my hand runs through her lap -underneath her dress. And I thought it was all of it until her tongue rolled into mine. As I grab her closer to me, we drop onto the bed. Caressing her lap, my hands move up, and I feel the waistband of her underwear. I feel like peeling it off, but I have no idea what we are doing -And I know I don't want it to stop. She helps me peel off my shirt. Her hands are all over my body. I hold her hands on my chest. "Sam we...we should stop," I say with an anxious breath, but she continues to kiss my chest. I zip down her dress and push it down. "Sam I don't have a condom." "We don't need it," she says. "You sure?" I ask, shocked. SAM. Am I going gaga? 'We don't need it?' I'm definitely not in my right state of mind. But he looks more surprised than I am. I'm scared, not because I don't want this; I'm scared because I do. "It is my first time," I say nervously. "Aren't you full of surprises, Samantha Raymond," he says, and I hate that he just reminds me of my dad at this moment. I stop myself from wondering what my dad would think of me right now. "I will go easy," he whispers in my mouth.
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