Kyle’s face was tucked into the crook of my neck, his arm and leg thrown over my chest and legs and he was naked. I wiggled out from underneath him and turned on my side. I was also very much naked.
Kyle grunted softly in his sleep, his hand snaked around my waist pulling my back up against him, his face nuzzled into my neck. He mumbled something incoherent and shifted closer. He curled against me, fast asleep, his penis pressed against my butt. He was aroused; he was rock hard.
I couldn’t keep my mind in the present as the memory of last night flooded into me. He had come back. I had truly thought it was over, but Kyle had come back for me and taken me to my room.
My toes curled when I remembered his gentle touch as he undressed me and took me in his arms, kissing away every one of my doubts, touching me as if I was made of glass. He had been different last night. He had been with me, really, truly, completely with me.
He didn’t fuck me.
Last night he made love to me.
He’d taken precautions and I had been amazed to watch him slide on a condom with such ease. I had been so overwhelmed with my feelings for him, overflowing as I responded to kisses, touching him in a way I would normally be too shy. Last night there had been nothing separating us and everything pulling us together.
My heart skipped and I tucked into Kyle’s embrace, wanting to feel as close to him as I was my own skin, but those pesky doubts gnawed away at me until I was questioning everything.
What if he was back to the old Kyle today? What if he ignored me again until I left the room? What if last night was a one off and it didn’t mean as much to him as it had to me? Oh god, talking about dousing the fire, I was cold to the bone now. I pulled away from him again.
“You keep running away from me.” His voice was gruff as he clamped a strong hand down on my hip.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, unsure as to what to say.
He pulled himself up on one elbow and lowered me onto my back with the other. I went easily. “Are you sorry?” he asked, stroking my cheek with his thumb, as he looked down at me, “About last night I mean, do you regret it?”
I stared up at his face and gasped. “What happened to your face?” I touched his cut lip with my fingers; he also had a cut over his left eye and a bruise on his cheek.
He shook his head and smiled. “I told you, I had something to do last night.”
I pulled myself up on my elbows. “Something that caused you to get beat up?”
He grinned, his dimple stretching the skin under the bruise. “You should see the other guy,” he chuckled, skimming his thumb across my cheek.
Even all battered up; I’d never seen anything so perfect or beautiful in my life. God I was so in love with him.
“Do you regret last night?” he asked again, this time there was a nervous tone to his voice and vulnerability in his eyes. I reached up and smoothed his worried brow.
I shook my head. “Do you?” I whispered, needing to hear his answer.
He smiled down at me, stroking my cheek. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “I could never regret you princess. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes,” he sighed contently. “I’ve never seen or felt anything so fucking close to perfect as you.”
I studied him, his eyes were full of truth and my breath caught in my throat. Closing my eyes, I exhaled deeply. “Please don’t ignore me again Kyle, that’s all I’m ever going to ask from you, just to not ignore me.”
He shuddered and closed his eyes. He pulled me close to him and whispered into my ear, “I won’t leave you again baby.”
LEE
“Do you want to see him before we leave?” Cam was piling our bags into the trunk of her ford focus.
“I don’t think so. I mean, I know he’s alive and going to be okay. I am glad for him, but that’s all I can feel for him right now.”
Cam smiled. “Good, I’m happy for you babe.” She gave me a one armed hug and I melted into her side. “Uh, oh, lover boy is coming,” she said and pointed towards Kyle.
I’d told Cam about last night, not every detail, but the important part that Kyle and I had made up. She took it well, much better than I had anticipated, considering all the warnings she had given me. I had a feeling she knew how Kyle got those cuts and bruises because Derek was sporting a black eye.
“Are you going to tell me what the boys did last night to get those bruises?” I asked for the third time this morning.
Cam shrugged nonchalantly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Oh, she knew all right, but the way she kept denying it made me think that I’d be better off not knowing. I decided to let it go.