by Emma Lark
“Oh god! Sorry!” I say when I realize we are in the dark for a brief second before the strand of lights suddenly starts twinkling. Then, I switch the light back on. “Here, I’ll turn it back on.”
“Wait,” he said. “They came on when you did that. Do it again.”
I switch the light back off and we are only in the dark for a brief second before the twinkling strand of lights flickers to life again. The room is cast in a warm glow as the dozens of strands of lights and tinsel twinkle around us. Like my own internal light switch, I switch off all of the voices telling me run. I forget I’m in Blakely’s department store. I forget about my camera. I forget about the wall I’ve built up so high around me to keep him out of my heart. I forget I’m supposed to not look at him. I forget I’m supposed to not talk to him. I forget I’m supposed to not love him. I just…forget.
He rises slowly and looks over at me. We stare at each other for a long moment before he finally speaks, “I needed you—”
“W-what?” My heart pulses harder, afraid he can hear everything going on inside of my head.
“—to help with the lights. I guess I just needed you to help me.”
“Oh,” I laugh nervously and before those voices can start telling me to run, I take a few steps toward him and say, “Hey, thank you for today. For earlier. With that guy…and for making sure I got to my car the other night. And…well, I don’t really know why you’re being so nice to me. I’ve been such a bitch to you.”
He takes two steps closer to me and I swallow hard.
“Why is that?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I start rambling. “I guess it goes back to that night, you know, when we, the night in the truck—”
His eyebrows furrow and he walks all the way over to me. He’s now standing a foot away from me. I can feel the heat coming from his body.
“Of course I remember, Blaire. I haven’t stopped thinking about that night. It was the best night of my life…Blaire, I fell in love with you that night and then you just…”
He trails off.
He fell in love with me?
I open my mouth again, but it’s like my voice is refusing to make a sound. I’m in shock.
“Did you just say,” I take a deep breath and look down at my feet. “Did you just say you fell in love with me?”
I feel his hand gently touch my chin and lift it up. I’m suddenly staring into his eyes again.
“Of course I loved you. I never stopped loving you, Blaire.”
He drops his hand. I watch him bite his lower lip like he’s waiting for permission. I lick my lips and give it to him.
He strides into me and pushes me up against the wall. I don’t know if I should be doing this right now, but I don’t care. Not now. Not in this moment. I press my lips into his and the fire between us is spreading. I gently open my mouth and welcome his tongue. I grab onto his strong shoulders, clinging onto him knowing that if I let go, I will fall. He moves his mouth from my lips and kisses over to my earlobe. The gentle nip at my lobe sends a pulsing below my waist. His tongue swipes along the crease of my neck and I grab a lock of his wavy hair through my fingers, pulling his head back to me. I press my lips hard into him again and the feelings of love and lust are fighting inside of me. I quickly unbutton his shirt and peel it from his body, tracing a finger down his hard pecs to reach for his belt, tugging it from his pants. I look back up at him and his eyes devour me. He lifts me up into his arms and I wrap my legs around his waist. Carrying me, he walks us over toward the center of the lights and lays me down gently on top of a pile of pillows. He holds himself up with his arms, his biceps pulsing above me. I know what I want: I need him inside of me.
Chapter Six
Logan
I stare down at her. Her long, brown waves are spread across the white pillows like thick ribbon as the soft glow of the lights illuminate her face.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say as I plunge my kiss back to her mouth.
“I want you,” she whispers into my ear and those three words cause the bulge in my pants to harden even further. She reaches a hand down and grabs at my throbbing cock. Before I know it, she’s unzipped my jeans and is pulling them off of me. With one hand, I rip her blouse open exposing a soft red, lace bra. My mouth is like a magnet to the curves of her breast. I gently peel back the lace of her bra and her nipple hardens. I trace my tongue along her hard nipple, sucking gently as she presses her waist into me. She likes it. I suck harder and a soft moan escapes from her mouth. She grabs my hand and quickly guides it up under her skirt. The moment my hand touches her panties, I feel the wetness and she shoves into me harder. I start kissing down her stomach while I slip a finger underneath her panties and start slowly flicking across her seam. Peeling her skirt back with my teeth, she pushes me away and quickly rips off her skirt. I muffle a laugh before diving back between her thighs. Nibbling, my mouth makes its way to her panties and I slide them to the side, dipping a tongue inside her folds. She presses her pussy harder into my mouth as I stroke my tongue deeper.
“Logan,” she moans my name and the sound causes my cock to throb. “I want you.”
She pulls my head back up to her mouth and bites my lower lip.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says and shoves my boxers off of my waist.
I reach over and pull a condom from my wallet, quickly putting it on. I ask one more time to be sure, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
She looks deep into my eyes, “I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”
I rip her panties off of her and line my cock up with her opening, teasing her with the tip. She grabs the width around her small hand and starts to work it back and forth. Then, she guides me into her. As much as I want to ram inside of her because she feels so good, so warm, I am slow and gentle. I push into her until I am as deep as possible. She wraps her legs around me so tightly, it feels like we are one. I fall into her, my breathing is heavy and I whisper into her ear, “I love you, Blaire.”
She looks up at me and opens her mouth, but the only thing that escapes from her lips is a moan. She starts rocking into me harder and harder until suddenly, she’s flipping me onto my back and she climbs on top. Ripping off her bra, she’s now completely exposed, fully naked. She climbs back onto my cock and starts riding me and clutching at my chest. She whips her hair back and presses her breasts into my hands when I grab them. She continues to moan as I pull one breast into my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple. She tells me she’s going to cum, so I suck harder and harder until she moans so loudly, I have to force myself not to finish first.
I slide one of my hands between us and flick at her clit as she rides me so hard, I feel her finishing as the wetness seeps out all over my cock. Feeling her so wet, I explode inside of her after she releases. My body shakes as I finish with her. The vibration between our bodies causes her to crumble into my arms. We are both breathing so hard as we fall into each other. She rests her head into the nape of my neck, and I can feel my sweat dripping down onto her. I wrap my arms around her tightly, still not believing she’s actually here, in my arms. I hold her so securely in my arms, afraid to let her go. And before I know it, she’s asleep.
Blaire
A soft light shines behind my closed eyelids, and I blink them open, slowly. The sun is barely up when I fully awaken and remember where I am. I take a deep breath and his scent consumes me. He feels so warm beside me as I’m snuggled up inside of his arms. I can’t believe he’s holding me in this moment. I feel like I should pinch myself to see if this is actually real.
I pinch him instead.
“Ow!” he says, rousing from sleep. “Hey! What was that for?”
I stifle a giggle, “I don’t know. I guess I was making sure it was real.”
“You’re supposed to pinch yourself, you know, not me,” he laughs. “But, of course it’s real. I can’t really believe it either.”
He looks down at me and the smile on
his face sets my heart on fire. I trace a finger over his chest, thinking about last night. I look down and realize he has covered us up with a blanket, but I can still feel him. He must be thinking about last night, too because I feel him growing as he presses into me.
“I have a confession to make,” he says.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Remember when I walked in on you in the shower?”
“Um, yes, of course I remember,” I say, my cheeks flushing just thinking about it.
“I said I didn’t see anything, but I lied,” he laughs. “I definitely did see something and I may have memorized everything I saw.”
“Logan!” I say and playfully swat at him.
“Hey! It’s your fault. You shouldn’t be so damn sexy. And when I saw you standing there naked in that shower…”
His face lights up, and I want to kiss him again. But, before I do, I’m climbing out from under the blanket and standing over him. I look down and notice he’s hard underneath the blanket.
“You know,” I say, teasingly. “I actually think you could use a shower.”
Before he can respond, I grab the blanket from him and wrap it around my body, leaving him fully naked on the floor. Then, I’m running toward the locker room.
When I get to the locker room, I switch on the lights and run over to the shower, turning on the water. I hear him follow me in, so I turn around. When he’s just a few feet from me, I drop the blanket and curve a finger at him, instructing him to come closer. Even though I’m still unsure if he’ll end up breaking my heart, he still has this power over me, and in the moment, I don’t care. I just want him again.
He runs over to me and I explode into a fit of giggles when he lifts me up into his arms. We stumble into the shower and the warm water feels slick and incredible as it rushes over our naked bodies. I plunge my lips into his and wrap my hands through his hair as it becomes saturated with water. The steam starts to rise and my cheeks flush from the heat. He starts kissing down my neck and onto my stomach. I cling to his hair as he makes his way down, afraid I may fall over from the intense surge of pleasure rushing to my pussy. His tongue glides between my legs and I press him harder into my mound. He slides a hand up my thigh and with his tongue still on my clit, he’s guiding a finger inside of me. Working his finger back and forth inside of me, he rubs his warm tongue harder and harder between my seam. I can’t help but scream out his name as he causes my pussy to engorge. Before I know it, he’s on his back and I am straddling his face between my thighs, moving my hips as he grabs onto my ass. He gives a muffled moan as his face is buried inside of me. I grind my hips harder and harder…
Chapter Seven
Logan
She’s grinding her pussy so hard into my mouth, it takes everything in me not to cum at that moment. I never want to stop tasting her. I lick at her clit until another moan escapes from her lips, and I can feel the orgasm shaking inside of her body. After she cums, she falls gently onto my stomach and curls up against me, the water still pouring on top of us. I pull her into me, wishing I could just stay in this moment.
Breathless, she suddenly sits up and looks at me. The water streams down her face, shielding her eyes just slightly. And then, out of nowehere, a look comes over her like she’s thinking about something. Then, she frowns slightly.
“You okay?” I ask.
She smiles weakly and nods. Then, she quickly gets up and walks out of the shower, grabbing a towel. I’m not sure what’s happening right now, but it doesn’t feel right. I’m still sitting here underneath the stream of the shower, unsure if I should follow her not. My heart starts pounding scared she's going to change her mind about me. When I finally turn off the water and grab a towel, I walk over to the lockers. She’s already dressed and starts putting her things back into the locker. That’s when she sees it.
Blaire
After what happened in the shower, I was laying there in his arms when everything started flashing through my mind again. All the girls from high school, all the hurt he caused them. What if he will do it to me? He said he won’t, but I’m so scared. I’m not sure if I should believe him. Then, I remember what he told me last night. He said he loved me. Does he really love me? How can I—
I’m standing in front of my locker as these thoughts consume me and that's when I see it. A small box. Written on the box are the words, “To Blaire. Love, Logan.” I pull it out from my locker when I realize he’s standing just a few feet away from me. I look over at him, confused.
“What is this?”
He shrugs his shoulders as a soft smile crawls across his face.
I gently open the box and my heart rushes when I see what is inside:
A brand new camera.
“What? How did you…when did you…” I whisper. I look over at him and he slowly walks closer to me. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” he says softly. “I wanted to.”
I trace a finger over the curves of the new camera, a million thoughts racing through my mind.
“Why are you so afraid of me?” he asks, placing a hand under my chin.
I look up at him, and set the gift back into my locker.
“I don’t know,” I sigh.
“Well, you take all the time you need because I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “I’m going to prove it to you, Blaire. I refuse to lose you again, and if it takes you another five more years to realize that I really am in love with you and that I’ll never hurt you again, then I’ll be right here until you realize it.”
He grabs my hand and pulls it to his heart.
“Please,” he says. “Please believe me.”
I look up at him and something in his eyes causes a warmth to spread over me. And in this moment, I realize…that I do.
I do believe him.
“You have my heart, Logan,” I say to him. “You’ve had since I was seven years old, but I’ve been too afraid to let you have it completely.”
He smiles down at me and brings my hands to his lips, kissing them.
“Well,” he says softly. “Can I have it now, Care Blaire?”
I nod and say, "As long as you never call me that again. He smiles and then softly leans in to kiss me.
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