Page 80 of Sweet Girl
I make the choice to open my door, leading the way inside as she follows behind me in silence.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask, uncertain as to what I should say.
Her gaze flashes to the picnic basket sitting on top of my mini-fridge. She left it here last night when she dashed out of here. I haven’t opened it to see what’s in it. I felt too ashamed. Too upset. Too worried about what happened.
“No, thank you.” She says politely, like a debutante at a ball.
“Ky-” I start to say as she says my name at the same time.
“Van...I-”
“You go.” I oblige, gesturing for her to proceed.
Kylah gives me a worried glance, wetting her lip with a nervous lick. The same spot I’ve licked and kissed a dozen times. She takes a seat on my couch, picking at the frayed knee in her jeans.
“I guess we were both surprised last night when I showed up.” Her lips quirk up into a sheepish grin. God, she’s so sweet.
I laugh awkwardly. “God, Kylah.”
I squat down in front her, tentatively placing my hands on her knees. I can feel the warmth emanating from her skin and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m so sorry you walked in that mess. I had no idea Lyndsay was here. She had a key...I never got it back from her. She showed up out of the blue. I haven’t talked to her since Christmas. I’d never do that to you, Ky. Never.”
Her soft, satiny palm lands on top my hand, sending electric currents through my arm and zapping me in the heart.
“I know that, Van. I believe you. It was awful to see you with her, regardless of the circumstances. It really hurt me. The pragmatic side of me knows it wasn’t intentional. I know you aren’t cheating on me. The irrational side of me, though, feels burned. I can’t help that.”
“I swear to you, Ky. Nothing happened and nothing ever would. I’m in love with you. It’s you I want to be with. Not her. Never again. I was so mad at her last night. I threw her out of my place. I told her I never wanted to see her or talk to her again. And I meant it. She broke me so deeply when she betrayed me. And honestly, I wasn’t really sure I could trust again. But then you came along...”
As if a part of the iceberg is chipping away – melting from my admission – my heart begins to beat again. She stares at me, holding my gaze, her eyes pool with unshed tears. And something else. Recognition. Of the love I have for her. I’d give her the world if she’d accept it from me. What I need first, though, is her forgiveness. I need to know we’re solid. That we can go back to the way things were before last night.
She chews on her lip, eyes averted again. “Thank you for that. I don’t want to give you an ultimatum – her or me. I don’t think that’s fair. But if you want to continue...”
I adamantly nod my head in confirmation. “Yes, I want to continue.”
Kylah gives me a smile. “We both need to trust each other if this is going to work. I need to know that when I’m at school and not with you every day or week, or after a game, you will be faithful to me. And I know you feel the same way. I don’t care if you have female friends – that’s normal. I have guy friends at school that I hang with. But I don’t kiss them. I definitely don’t touch them or let them up to my dorm room. I expect the same thing from you.”
It’s then that I realize the hang-ups I had over a long-distance relationship are no longer a problem. They were an issue when I was with Lyndsay because I was holding on too tight to a love that no longer existed. Kylah and me...this is what it means to be true. To be real. A mature relationship where there is trust and forgiveness.
I flip my palm over and bring her hand to my lips, kissing her softly. I haven’t shaved today, so the bristle of my days’ old beard creates visible goosebumps up her arm.
“I love you, Kylah. I want to make this work. I’m so glad you came into my life when you did. I don’t deserve you, but I want you. I want you so much.”
The heat in her eyes causes a rush of lust to shoot straight down to my dick. Holy hell, I’m not sure what’s on her mind, but if it’s what I’m thinking, I can totally get on board.
“Are we good again?”
She reaches out to wrap her small hands around my neck, dipping her head down to meet my lips.
“Yes, we’re good.” She murmurs against my mouth, as I inhale a deep sigh before capturing her lips with mine. It’s been a month since we’ve kissed. Since I last held her in my arms. Four weeks of abstinence and pent-up desire, with only dreams of burying myself deep inside her.
Suddenly she releases me and sits back, tipping her head toward her shoulder.
“Looks like you need a shower.”
That might be a tactful way of saying I smell...after all, I was on a run and haven’t showered yet today.
“Yeah, I do. Will you wait...”
Before I can finish, she begins to tug at her shirt sleeve, yanking her arms out and overhead, flinging the shirt off toward the corner of my room.
“I need a shower, too. That way I can check two more boxes off my sex bucket list.” She giggles when I quirk my eyebrows at her.
“Sex bucket list?” I don’t know what that is but damned if I’m not going to act as her willing participant.
“Yeah. Makeup sex and shower sex. I need them both. Now. With you.” She says, standing and tugging me to my feet, leading me into the bathroom.
And who am I to refuse such a sweet offer from this sweet girl?
The End
