Page 76 of The Things That Hold Us

“I can't control myself any longer with you. Please..just..” he pauses, “tell me to stop.” he licks his lips, and as he does, his tongue brushes my top lip, and I moan into him.

Something in him snaps.

His restraint.

His composure.

His control.

His lips crash into mine, taking my breath away.

It's hard, and it's passionate, and I don't care at all that we are in the middle of a town.

I moan into him, letting his tongue explore mine.

He groans into my mouth, and I swear I may melt on the floor right here. We stumble back, until my back finds a wooden post.

Hiking my leg up, he kisses me deeper, breathless.

“Charlie.” he groans between kissing me, and my name on his lips has me on the verge of coming undone.

My hands roam over his body, feeling him, memorizing him.

Its been so long since I’ve feltthis.

Felt a man's arms under my hands.

Felt warm breath against my lips.

The last time..

Suddenly, everything stops being so..in the moment.

I put a hand on his chest, nudging him slightly.

“Stop.” I whisper.

Without needing me to say anything else, Logan stops, his head falling to my shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers into my neck. “I’m sorry.” he repeats.

I shake my head, not able to find words.

Logan leans up, looking me over to make sure I’m ok.

“I shouldn't have done that. I’m sorry, Charlie.”

“It’s ok..it's just..” I try. I try to find the words to explain what’s happening in my mind, but I can’t.

How do I tell the guy that I like, and who I was just kissing, that I stopped kissing him because I feel guilty for kissing another man?

I can’t. Because I know I shouldn't, but I do.

“I just need some time to process..” I wave a hand between us, “this.”

He nods, stepping back some.

“I understand. Take all the time you need.”

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