She felt the warmth of his lips against hers as his hands crossed over her back and down her hips. Her hands pressed against his chest as she melted, not wanting anything more than just this one moment.
All too soon, they stopped pressing into each other and began their separation. Before a breathe of air came between their lips, she was filled with regret.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her mind was racing. All her thoughts were curse words, but they were all racing. Shit. SHIT. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
She pressed her hands against his chest, backing away much more quickly than she initially intended.
"Are you ok?" he asked her, obviously surprised by the turn of events.
"I really shouldn't have done that," She blurted out quickly as she scanned the area for her purse. She couldn't remember if she even brought a purse. Shit.
"It's ok - I understand what you....." Sympathy poured from his eyes as he tried to hold onto her arm.
"I just need to - I"m sorry, I just need to leave." She finally spotted her purse and snagged the strap as she began bolting away, leaving his hand empty and dangling.
Unfortunately, the strap of her purse was wrapped around a beer, which she pulled into someone's lap as she ran away.
"I am so sorry," she yelled without turning around. Whatever disaster was behind her, she didn't want to see it.
She broke out into as close of a run as she felt was safe. A quick peek over her shoulder let her know that he was trying to follow her - so she ducked around a staircase and waited to see which direction he went. She held her breath as he ran past her hiding spot. Then he turned a corner.
For some reason, she was freakishly good at losing people. Even this was child's play for her - she could blend into any crowd, anywhere, anytime. She cut out from behind the stairs between two pods of sorority girls. Pulling the rubber band off of her wrist, she twisted her dark hair up into a messy bun, then quickly removed her layered sweatshirt, tying it around her waist. She tucked her glasses into her purse, keeping pace with the pods around her.
She slunk out of the ballpark completely unnoticed, but she knew he would look for her at the bus stop first. Walking the opposite direction, she hailed the first cab on the corner. It would be expensive, but worth it.
"Leela's, Fourth and Pine," she called out as she stuck her head in the cab. The cab was in motion before she even had a chance to fully close the door.
Her heart was pounding. She leaned her head back against the seat, releasing her hair from the messy bun, sending her long hair spiraling down her neck and shoulders. She could breathe again.
What the fuck was I thinking.Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
She had no answers by the time she paid the cab driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Maybe the perfect cup of coffee would help.
All too soon, they stopped pressing into each other and began their separation. Before a breathe of air came between their lips, she was filled with regret.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her mind was racing. All her thoughts were curse words, but they were all racing. Shit. SHIT. FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
She pressed her hands against his chest, backing away much more quickly than she initially intended.
"Are you ok?" he asked her, obviously surprised by the turn of events.
"I really shouldn't have done that," She blurted out quickly as she scanned the area for her purse. She couldn't remember if she even brought a purse. Shit.
"It's ok - I understand what you....." Sympathy poured from his eyes as he tried to hold onto her arm.
"I just need to - I"m sorry, I just need to leave." She finally spotted her purse and snagged the strap as she began bolting away, leaving his hand empty and dangling.
Unfortunately, the strap of her purse was wrapped around a beer, which she pulled into someone's lap as she ran away.
"I am so sorry," she yelled without turning around. Whatever disaster was behind her, she didn't want to see it.
She broke out into as close of a run as she felt was safe. A quick peek over her shoulder let her know that he was trying to follow her - so she ducked around a staircase and waited to see which direction he went. She held her breath as he ran past her hiding spot. Then he turned a corner.
For some reason, she was freakishly good at losing people. Even this was child's play for her - she could blend into any crowd, anywhere, anytime. She cut out from behind the stairs between two pods of sorority girls. Pulling the rubber band off of her wrist, she twisted her dark hair up into a messy bun, then quickly removed her layered sweatshirt, tying it around her waist. She tucked her glasses into her purse, keeping pace with the pods around her.
She slunk out of the ballpark completely unnoticed, but she knew he would look for her at the bus stop first. Walking the opposite direction, she hailed the first cab on the corner. It would be expensive, but worth it.
"Leela's, Fourth and Pine," she called out as she stuck her head in the cab. The cab was in motion before she even had a chance to fully close the door.
Her heart was pounding. She leaned her head back against the seat, releasing her hair from the messy bun, sending her long hair spiraling down her neck and shoulders. She could breathe again.
What the fuck was I thinking.Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
She had no answers by the time she paid the cab driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Maybe the perfect cup of coffee would help.
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