Hope's Chance(27)

As he continued to look at me, I backed myself up on the bed. He didn’t say a word as he dropped his towel and climbed on the bed beside me. We lay side by side staring into each other’s eyes. “I don’t deserve you Hope.” He whispered.

“Yes you do.” I answered, never taking my eyes off of him.

He let out a sigh and turned to lay on his back. His hands came into his face and he held them there. Worried, I leaned up and tried to pull his hands away from his face, but he held them there. Realizing he was turning this into a game, I tried with both hands.

“Stop! Stop! I don’t want you to see my face.” He joked.

Finally he gave in and let me remove them. I leaned in and held my lips against his. He grabbed the back of my head and wouldn’t let me up.

I reached to both of his sides and started tickling him. Before I knew what was happening, he had flipped me over and was on top of me. I was laying down flat, but he was sitting up. His finger rubbed over my lips and I parted them as he did. He kept moving them from my neck, down to the skin between my breasts. He leaned in and kissed me there, never touching either of my breasts.

I figured that he would keep teasing me, but instead he lay his head on my chest and closed his eyes. I ran my hands through his hair and took in how amazing being with him felt.

We were silent for a while. I thought he had fallen asleep, but just as I let my eyes close, I heard him speak. “Will you go to the beach with me tomorrow?” He whispered against my skin.

“I would love that.” I said as I finally let myself fall asleep in Chances bed, with his arms wrapped around me.




Chance



When I started college my mother kept telling me to not get tied down to one girl. She said there was so much out there for me to learn before I settled down. Of course, at the time I didn’t believe her. I ended up getting into a serious relationship and thinking that she was the person I would marry and have a future with. Of course, back then I was pre-law and had so many options available to me.

My girlfriend’s father was a prominently well-known lawyer and he always said he was going to take me under his arm, and eventually get me into his firm. I looked up to the man, and found myself wanting to make him proud of me. My father was never a big part of my life, so I always felt like he was the closest thing I had. I never realized that my ex was just a way into a lifestyle that I never knew. I thought I knew what love was. I believed that I truly loved her. Even after losing her and the support of her family, I thought I hurt so much because it had really been love.

But, nothing compared to the way I felt when I was with Hope. Her touch was electrifying and I craved her energy. The way she looked into my eyes made me feel like she saw through my fears. She didn’t care what was standing in our way, as long as we were together. That meant so much to me.

The problem was that I couldn’t tell her. If she knew the truth then she wouldn’t stop trying. There was no way her father would change his mind about me. Especially now that the police were breathing down my back again. There was no way in Hell I could tell him that I was with Hope that night. She would never forgive me and he would kick me out, or blame my sister.

I wanted her to understand, but it was easier said than done. Hope had gone to extremes tonight and I felt really bad about it. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the show, but she didn’t have to do that. She should have never doubted my feelings. I wanted to tell her so badly. I had practiced it in my head a million times. It just seemed that telling her my true feelings would only hurt her in the end. I promised her this weekend and after that we would have to stop.

There was no way Hope could find out she was that important to me. Too many lives were at stake. My happiness had to wait, so others could have theirs. As much as it hurt, I knew it was the truth.

Tomorrow I would give Hope the best day I could give. I would tell her the truth about my past. She would know everything.

Our relationship could never be.



I tried to sleep, but it was impossible with my bare skin against hers. I just wanted to savor every moment that we had, knowing at any moment it could be our last. It hurt to even think about.

I held my head up and watched her sleep. She seemed so peaceful and if she had been feeling half as bad as me, she hadn’t been sleeping very well lately. I could never seem to close my eyes at night knowing she was so close.

It hurt so much knowing that after this weekend we couldn’t be together again.

I tried not to wake her, but I couldn’t keep myself from kissing her. Her naturally tanned skin was so beautiful; she had no idea how perfect she was. I ran my lips over her stomach, kissing every few inches. My mouth kept wandering down to her hip. I ran my tongue against it and she started to stir. “Sorry”, I whispered.

While still half asleep she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I pulled the sheet that covered her out of the way and began kissing her inner thigh. I watched her as I kissed her and I could tell she wasn’t all the way asleep. Her lips were moving as mine touched her. When I found her wet center with my mouth she started moving her hips in sync with my tongue.

I loved the way she tasted. I had never wanted to do this to anyone I had been with in my past. For so long I had refused to even try it. But, even on our first night together I found myself craving her in ways that I had never wanted anyone before.

I chalked it up to the alcohol at first, but as the days passed I still wanted every part of her.