Post Twelve: Acceptance

Morgan

I knew I should say something, as we both laid there, taking in the moment. I wanted to say the right thing. She was smiling, I was smiling, she looked so goddamn beautiful. It was hard to top this moment with the right words. I wanted to touch her, hold her. Maybe kiss her, taste her skin again. But she didn't move. I couldn't be sure she wanted to touch me.

I shifted, putting my arm under my head to lean up a bit. Saying something might be the right move. The silence might be nice, give us a minute to get conformable with each other.

I want her to stay the night, I should ask her to stay the night. She liked me, she seemed to like me. She'd like to stay, wouldn't she?

Or maybe I don't need to ask, maybe it's just implied. Unless... Unless this is just like a booty call or something. A one time deal, maybe she wants to leave. She could have people waiting for her. She could have troubles sleeping next to a stranger.

What am I saying? She wants to be here with me, she's here with me, isn't she?

I stole a sideways glance at her as she wiped the sweat off her head. Was she nervous? She looked really uncomfortable. For all I know, right now she's trying to think of a way to let me down easy. Maybe I wasn't good enough, didn't last long enough. She probably wanted to keep going after she orgasmed. Why did I finish so quickly?

I stole another glance. She was holding her stomach now. Did I make her sick? Bloody hell, maybe I was too rough. She's so tiny, I could have hurt her. Why won't she say anything?

No. This is silly. She wants to be here, she came back with me. I can tell she likes me. There is such amazing chemistry between us. I'm probably not making it easy for her, she doesn't know how I feel. I just rolled over away from her. I need to show her how I feel.

Then she put on her underwear, and started getting up. I had to make my move now. I grabbed her arm, pulling her back a bit.

“Where do you think you're going?”

She turned back to look at me, seemingly a little stunned by my actions. So she so unsure of how I feel.

“Well...I...” she paused, “I just thought...”

“Thought what?”

It was rhetorical, I grabbed her, pulling her on top of me before she could answer. I needed to be close to her. Feeling her on top of me turned me on. I could definitely last longer if we did it again. It could be all about her. I kissed her, wishing she knew how much I liked her.

“You're not going anywhere,” I said rolling us both over on our sides, and holding her close “you have to stay the night. I won't let you go.”

Her perfume was strong when she was so close, I could feel myself getting hard again. She began caressing my chest, her touch drove me crazy. I softly kissed her head.

“Don't you have work tomorrow?” She asked me.

I was so happy she had asked me that very question, which could lead me to inform her I was free all weekend, and was hoping we could spend it together. There was no way she could doubt my feelings if she knew I wanted to be with her all weekend before I left. But she pushed away from me, looking up at my face, astonished.

“You want to spend the weekend before you leave with me?”

I was perplexed. Did she not want to stay with me after all? Was I reading the whole situation wrong? I had to try anyway.

“I do,” I said, pulling her back into me.

She nestled her face in my chest, gingerly kissing me. I would take this as acceptance.

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