Post Thirty-Six: No More Explanations

Morgan

Well, I asked her to tell me the truth. It's not like I can be mad at her for being honest.

What exactly did I want her to say?

We barely know each other. Sure, I thought we had a connection. But I can't exactly blame her for not seeing this seriously. It's so early to be thinking like that. It should be early...

So why do I feel this way? More importantly, why am I the only one who feels this way?

“I...thank you, for being honest,” I muttered.

“I'm sorry Morgan, I really am,” she conveyed, “it's not that I don't like you, I do. I have loved every second we've spent together. I wouldn't want to change it. I just...I'm not ready for a relationship.”

It's not you, it's me.

Seriously?

“Please stop explaining,” I requested, trying not to sound upset.

I knew it showed though. She didn't look very happy either, perhaps she was hoping to never have this conversation. I just had to ask.

“I know you are upset. I need to explain, because I feel like you have the wrong idea.”

“You don't need to though, we never set boundaries or made guidelines. I got carried away with us. I enjoy being with you, and I took it too far.”

“Please don't do that...”

“Don't do what?”

“Try to make excuses.”

“Elli, you don't owe me anything...”

“Please, stop,” she begged.

Before I could respond, she climbed on my lap. Kissing me tenderly. Letting the blanket fall off of her. Exposing her breasts. I pulled her closer to me, running my hand down her back. Feeling the softness of her skin.

Knowing it would all end soon only made it more imperative.

She wrapped her arms around my back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. Moving her hand back to my face. Trailing her fingers around cheek. Touching my facial hair, tracing my lips. She kissed me again, harder. Encouraging my tongue with hers.

She pulled away, grabbing my hand and placing it on her chest, moving her body against mine. I used my other hand to slide my underwear off. She moved her lips to my neck.

“Do you...want to try what you suggested last night?” I offered.

“Um...” she began, pulling away, “honestly, after what happened, I don't think I ever will want to.”

She gave a little laugh, but was clearly serious. I smiled anyway, and pulled her mouth into mine. Moving my lips across her face, over to her ear. Nibbling on her earlobe.

She slowly move her hand down, sitting up a bit as she put me inside of her. Then she moved away to face me, her body going slowly up and down as she looked me in the eyes. I put my arm around her waist, helping her thrust into me.

All of a sudden I noticed her eyes misting, a slow tear began rolling down her face.

“Ellipsis, what's wrong?” I stopped, moving my hands through her hair.

“Don't stop,” she whimpered, but she was still tearing up.

“I can't...” I paused, “please, tell me what's wrong?”

“I'm going to miss you,” she stated.

“I'll miss you too,” I returned.

She pulled me in kissing me again as she continued moving against me.

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