Taking Chances
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I burst into laughter and brought his face to mine for a quick kiss. “Well I don't want you to share me with everyone.”
“I don't plan to.” He propped himself up on an elbow and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I want you to be my girl Harper.”
A slow smile spread across my face and I was beaming inside. It was Saturday morning, and we’d just met on Thursday, but it didn’t feel like this was coming a moment too soon. There was something about this dangerous looking god that made me feel safe and cherished. Being with him felt so right, it was almost scary but incredibly thrilling to have found someone that made me feel this way. Pulling his face to mine, I stopped less than an inch from him, “I'd love to be your girl.” I whispered against his lips.
Brandon kissed me fiercely, but when I ran my fingers down his side and rested them on the top of his shorts he caught my hand and held it away. “I just woke up with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen beside me, and you agreed to be my girl. If you keep touching me...well, let's just say I can't make any promises.”
I brought his mouth back to mine and wrapped a leg around his hip arching my body into his. I was suddenly extremely aware that his boxers on my body, and his basketball shorts were the only thing separating us, and apparently so was he. I didn't want to go further than this, I just wanted to be closer to him. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. He pushed me back down to the bed and stood up laughing and shaking his head.
“I'll go make some coffee.”
I pouted and fell back into the pillows. “Fine.”
His mouth curved up on one side revealing his deep dimple as he leaned over to kiss me chastely. “I was planning on spending the day with you in here, but if you're gonna force me into a cold shower, we'll have to find something else.”
I quickly climbed back under the covers. “I'll be good. Promise.” I mumbled.
Deep brown eyes searched mine, “There's no rush Harper. You don't have to prove anything to me, or anyone else. Let's just take this slow, okay?”
My face turned bright red. “Did you go slow with the other girls?” I wasn't sure I wanted to know this, but I couldn't help but feel like the reason for him not wanting to go any further was because he didn't actually want to be with me in that way. I certainly didn't look anything like his last girlfriend, Kendra. That girl had looked like a freaking Barbie.
He sighed and dropped his head to my shoulder. “No. But I know what you're getting at, and you're wrong.”
I didn't say anything, just waited to see if he'd explain, and after a few awkwardly silent moments, he did.
“I don't know how you could even think that I don't want you, I can barely keep my hands off you.” He cupped my cheek and held my gaze, “We just met, but I already know there's something different about you, and I'm not about to ruin this by rushing into things. I plan on taking my time with you. Those girls, yeah I had relationships with them, but all they were was a distraction for me. I wanted to feel something other than being pissed that my dad was gone for good. I didn’t…” he took a deep breath in and out, “they weren’t you Harper.” He said it like that explained everything, and in a way, it did.
My heart thudded irregularly against my chest and I couldn't stop smiling knowing that I wasn’t the only one that was already in this deep, “Thank you.” I whispered before pressing my lips softly to his.
We did end up spending the rest of the day in his bed, and I loved it. We turned on a movie, but had to keep restarting it because we ended up talking throughout the entire thing. Other than sweet kisses to the top of my head and nose, all we did was stay curled up in each other’s arms. Brandon would intertwine our fingers and hold them close to his chest whenever I started trailing my fingers down his bare stomach, and eventually just ended up putting a shirt on. I had frowned at that, but knew it was my fault. We left the room to go to dinner with Bree and Konrad that night, and other than a quick trip to buy coffee and donuts for everyone on Sunday morning, we repeated our previous day in his bed. We were dozing off while attempting to watch another movie when Bree came walking in.
“I'll be ready to go in a few minutes, do you have all your things?”
Guess that means Konrad went back to the dorms already. “No, but it won't take long, give me a few minutes.”
I started to climb off the bed, but Brandon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back down. Bree snickered and walked out the door. After it was shut, Brandon pulled me closer to him.
“You're leaving?” He asked softly, his fingers trailing down my arm.
“Yeah, I have to go back to my dorm.”
“You don't have to. I want you here with me.”
My first thought was of Chase and what he would think about that. I scolded myself and shook my head, “I can't, we're not rushing, remember?”
He grumbled halfheartedly and squeezed me tighter, “If I knew you were going to leave at the end of today I would have clarified what we weren't going to rush.”
I giggled against his jaw and continued on with a trail of kisses. “I know what you meant. But I can't stay here.” Lord knows I would love to wake up to his handsome face every day. But like he said, we just met and I've only been out of Sir's house for a little over two weeks. If that's not the definition of rushing, I don't know what is.
“I don't plan to.” He propped himself up on an elbow and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I want you to be my girl Harper.”
A slow smile spread across my face and I was beaming inside. It was Saturday morning, and we’d just met on Thursday, but it didn’t feel like this was coming a moment too soon. There was something about this dangerous looking god that made me feel safe and cherished. Being with him felt so right, it was almost scary but incredibly thrilling to have found someone that made me feel this way. Pulling his face to mine, I stopped less than an inch from him, “I'd love to be your girl.” I whispered against his lips.
Brandon kissed me fiercely, but when I ran my fingers down his side and rested them on the top of his shorts he caught my hand and held it away. “I just woke up with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen beside me, and you agreed to be my girl. If you keep touching me...well, let's just say I can't make any promises.”
I brought his mouth back to mine and wrapped a leg around his hip arching my body into his. I was suddenly extremely aware that his boxers on my body, and his basketball shorts were the only thing separating us, and apparently so was he. I didn't want to go further than this, I just wanted to be closer to him. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. He pushed me back down to the bed and stood up laughing and shaking his head.
“I'll go make some coffee.”
I pouted and fell back into the pillows. “Fine.”
His mouth curved up on one side revealing his deep dimple as he leaned over to kiss me chastely. “I was planning on spending the day with you in here, but if you're gonna force me into a cold shower, we'll have to find something else.”
I quickly climbed back under the covers. “I'll be good. Promise.” I mumbled.
Deep brown eyes searched mine, “There's no rush Harper. You don't have to prove anything to me, or anyone else. Let's just take this slow, okay?”
My face turned bright red. “Did you go slow with the other girls?” I wasn't sure I wanted to know this, but I couldn't help but feel like the reason for him not wanting to go any further was because he didn't actually want to be with me in that way. I certainly didn't look anything like his last girlfriend, Kendra. That girl had looked like a freaking Barbie.
He sighed and dropped his head to my shoulder. “No. But I know what you're getting at, and you're wrong.”
I didn't say anything, just waited to see if he'd explain, and after a few awkwardly silent moments, he did.
“I don't know how you could even think that I don't want you, I can barely keep my hands off you.” He cupped my cheek and held my gaze, “We just met, but I already know there's something different about you, and I'm not about to ruin this by rushing into things. I plan on taking my time with you. Those girls, yeah I had relationships with them, but all they were was a distraction for me. I wanted to feel something other than being pissed that my dad was gone for good. I didn’t…” he took a deep breath in and out, “they weren’t you Harper.” He said it like that explained everything, and in a way, it did.
My heart thudded irregularly against my chest and I couldn't stop smiling knowing that I wasn’t the only one that was already in this deep, “Thank you.” I whispered before pressing my lips softly to his.
We did end up spending the rest of the day in his bed, and I loved it. We turned on a movie, but had to keep restarting it because we ended up talking throughout the entire thing. Other than sweet kisses to the top of my head and nose, all we did was stay curled up in each other’s arms. Brandon would intertwine our fingers and hold them close to his chest whenever I started trailing my fingers down his bare stomach, and eventually just ended up putting a shirt on. I had frowned at that, but knew it was my fault. We left the room to go to dinner with Bree and Konrad that night, and other than a quick trip to buy coffee and donuts for everyone on Sunday morning, we repeated our previous day in his bed. We were dozing off while attempting to watch another movie when Bree came walking in.
“I'll be ready to go in a few minutes, do you have all your things?”
Guess that means Konrad went back to the dorms already. “No, but it won't take long, give me a few minutes.”
I started to climb off the bed, but Brandon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back down. Bree snickered and walked out the door. After it was shut, Brandon pulled me closer to him.
“You're leaving?” He asked softly, his fingers trailing down my arm.
“Yeah, I have to go back to my dorm.”
“You don't have to. I want you here with me.”
My first thought was of Chase and what he would think about that. I scolded myself and shook my head, “I can't, we're not rushing, remember?”
He grumbled halfheartedly and squeezed me tighter, “If I knew you were going to leave at the end of today I would have clarified what we weren't going to rush.”
I giggled against his jaw and continued on with a trail of kisses. “I know what you meant. But I can't stay here.” Lord knows I would love to wake up to his handsome face every day. But like he said, we just met and I've only been out of Sir's house for a little over two weeks. If that's not the definition of rushing, I don't know what is.
