Messy Love(62)

“Wyatt…’’

I shook my head and pulled away, sliding off the couch and jumped to my feet in one movement. “Anyway, I’m supposed to go to work to talk with my boss about my hours.’’

“Wait,’’ she said and blinked at me, her arms, unfortunately, covering her magnificent tits as I jumped in my jeans and snatched my t-shirt from the floor. “You’re leaving. Now.’’

“My boss is going to fuck me over with my hours at the gym. I’m short on clients right now.’’

She snatched my wrist just as I was about to turn around, looking away from her tantalizing form, but I needed space to breathe, and I also must find a way to keep my hours up at work. Just for a few hours, I needed to keep to myself and sort things out because now I swore I wouldn’t willingly hurt her just because I was so damn scared of what she represented to my adoptive family and what it could mean for me. Granted, she was still my adoptive mother’s biological daughter, and that was fucked up in itself, but it didn’t make me panic anymore. It only drilled home how entwined we were no matter what. Where it used to send me into a tailspin, it now gave the kind of thrill I had no idea what to make of other than to get Marissa to say my name just like she did when she came.

Gently, I pulled out of her grip and offered her a smirk that was met with an impassive look on her face as she quickly put on her large t-shirt that covered her, but left most of her legs bare to my greedy eyes.

“I’ll call you, okay? Sorry I have to bail so soon.’’

She nodded and ran her fingers through her hair without a word. I shrugged and waited for her to finally give me a small smile as she stood up in front of me. I gave her a quick hug, a kiss at the top of her head and I left before I fucked her again and missed my appointment with my boss. I couldn't lose myself in her when I needed to gather my damn wits to get ready for more of Marissa, for more of her and me together.

I needed time so that I wouldn't fuck up once again.

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MARISSA


Hours after Wyatt left my place minutes after we had sex again and I was still only wearing an old t-shirt of Jamie and nothing else, parked on the couch that would forever remind me of how stupid I had been yet again. And with the same man on top of it.

I sighed and threw my drawing pad on the coffee table and the pencil. I watched as it rolled and rolled until it fell and got lost under the armchair with my sweatpants.

With rage against myself more than against Wyatt because this time around he acted pretty decently around me, more than decently in fact even if he had left before I had my heart beating back to normal, I dialed Sophie’s number. She answered after the second ring.

“Hey, how is it going?’’

“I had sex with Wyatt again,’’ I blurted immediately and then sighed heavily into the phone.

“Ooo-kay,’’ she said and then chuckled awkwardly, but she quickly sobered and growled into the phone. “Don’t tell me he played you again.’’

“No, not really.’’

“Either it’s yes or no, Mar. Can’t be both.’’

I scratched at my scalp, remembering what had happened and nothing jumped at me one way or another. “He wasn’t an asshole this time. He just left soon after and now… I don’t know.’’

“I know what it is.’’

“Really?’’ I asked and laughed, the tenseness in my shoulders slowly deserting me as Sophie’s light voice worked its magic. There was nothing better than to unload and talk things out with a close friend to get a new perspective and distance.

“It’s not just your body that’s involved with Wyatt. It’s also your heart.’’

“Oh, come on.’’

“I’m serious.’’

“You know what, I didn’t call you for that, Sophie,’’ I bit out for no reason and frowned as I clenched my hand into a fist in my lap, pressing my phone harder against my ear.

“If you called me to curse Wyatt because you’re mad at yourself for sleeping with him again, I’m not going to.’’

“That’s something I’ve gathered by now.’’

“I’m your friend, Mar. Friends tell each other things we don’t always want to hear, and that’s what I’m doing. You’re falling for Wyatt Burton, and you’re fighting it with everything you are because you’re scared to give him enough to hurt you again.’’

“I have to go,’’ I mumbled and didn’t wait for her to add something as I hung up, my eyes brimming with tears as her words found echo inside of me.

What was I doing?





MARISSA


It’s eleven past ten when my phone buzzed with a text. Swallowing down my third Hershey Kiss, I lazily grabbed it and gave it a cursory look just when Spike and Buffy get down and dirty fighting again. The name attached to the text had me sitting up and forgetting everything about the insane sexual tension between Buffy and Spike to focus on my stupid phone and the text.

It’s from Wyatt.

My heart sped up when I pressed to open the text, and it soared when the words registered in my head.



I know it’s late, but care to come by my place? - Wyatt