Page 19 of Resisting Your Love

I nodded, exhaling. "I'm confused as hell. It's not supposed to be this way."

Amryn nodded slowly. "You're right. It's not supposed to be. I don't know what it is. We are getting to know each other. Maybe that's it, and we don't hate each other either."

"Yeah, I don't hate you. You're not the reason this is going on, but I can admit that at first, I was prepared to hate your ass."

She laughed. "Hey, same here."

We chuckled. I hated beating around the bush with things. I had to get that off my chest. We were growing closer, and the feelings I developed for Amryn seemed surreal. I hadn't expected it to be this way, but here we were, laughing, joking, and touching one another. The kisses we shared were heating up as well. For us, we wanted to be just friends, but the kissing and touching put us on another level.

"Man, let's not talk about it. We're going to see how it plays out." I had to wave it off. Who knew how all of this would end? "Let's just continue to vibe how we're doing."

She nodded, picking up her sub. I glanced down at my roast beef sub and realized I didn't take a single bite out of it. I picked it up and began eating as well. We ate in silence for a while.

Our eyes bounced around the sub place but not at each other. I felt tension coming from her but didn't want to call her out on it. It was one I had never felt before. I had a feeling we were in trouble.

Later that night, after we took our showers, we were back downstairs in the living room, getting ready to watch a movie. Amryn looked worn out, as if the shower didn't help her at all.

I sat down next to her and smiled. "Why do you look worn out?"

She looked over at me and exhaled deeply. "My legs are sore from all that walking I did." She rubbed her legs, causing me to caress them with my eyes. I wanted my hands to be the ones to rub on her.

"Let me massage them? It might make them feel better," I offered.

She gnawed that bottom lip of hers, causing me to lean over and kiss her lips. Whenever she did that, I felt the need to kiss her. It had become a habit. One I didn't quite understand, but I didn't need to.

"Okay. I'll go get the lotion." She got up from the couch and headed out of the living room.

While Amryn was gone, I rubbed a hand down my face, trying to get myself together. To want to put my hands on her in that way, I didn't know what was going to come of it. I looked forward to it, though. I wanted to touch her — all over her body.

"Okay, I'm back. Those stairs just about took me out."

I cackled. "Man, I can't with you. It's only seven stairs."

Amryn scoffed. "Seven is too many."

I shook my head. "Man, you're too much."

She smiled and handed me the lotion, which was the kind she always used to. It smelled good as hell on her. This was about to be torture. I got up from the couch and peered down at her. She had the most innocent face I had ever seen, but I knew there was nothing innocent about her.

"Lay on your stomach," I instructed her.

Amryn did what I told her to do. Once I put some of the cream in my hand, I got down on my knees and tried not to stare at her ass, but that was hard to do. It was right there, and I had no choice. My mouth watered as my dick grew hard.

"Yeah, we're about to be in trouble," I mumbled.

"Hmm? What did you say?" she asked.

"Nothing." I began rubbing her foot first. One thing I could say about her was she was going to keep her feet and nails done. I loved that a lot.

A gasp slipped out of Amryn's mouth, and then a moan. She was going to have to stop that, or we won't be finishing the massage. I tried not to let her moans get to me, but my dick was painfully hard. When I got to her thigh, I was on the verge of letting loose in my basketball shorts, so I had to stop.

"I can't continue. You keep moaning and shit," I growled, standing up from the floor.

Amryn sat up on the couch with her eyes bulging out of her head when she saw my erection. It was standing at attention, putting a tent in my shorts. There was no hiding it if I wanted to, and I didn't want to hide it at that point. I wanted her to touch it, stroke it, lick it, and fuck it.

"Fuck!" I growled. "Look, I don't know how to say this, but I'm going to say it, anyway."

She stood up and walked closer to me. "You don't have to say anything. I get it."

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