Page 10 of Hoping for Her


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“Do you want to sit?” I ask, my voice cracking because for some reason I’m nervous as hell right now. She nods and slowly makes her way to me and sits at the far end of the couch.

“Look, Drew, I’m really sorry for what happened the other day.”

I arch an eyebrow because that is not what I expected to come out of her mouth.

“I had a really bad night, and you were being so sweet to me, and I guess I mistook that for something it wasn’t.”

I stay silent because I’m still trying to wrap my head around her apologizing for kissing me.

“Why are you being so nice to me anyway, I thought you hated me.”

And here lies the issue for both of us.

“I do... I mean, I did. You made my life a living hell in high school, Kate, you made a lot of kids’ lives hell back then.”

Kate averts her eyes and casts her eyes down toward her intertwined fingers.

“Why were you such a bitch, Kate? You were beautiful, smart, and popular. Why couldn’t you have just been fucking nice to people?” I grit through clenched teeth, the anger I felt all those years ago seeping through every word.

“Because I hated my life,” she blurts out, my eyes widening. “In high school, my mom got cancer for the first time. Neither of us was expecting it, but when she went to do a routine mammogram, they found a shadow. And that shadow turned out to be breast cancer.”

I open my mouth to say something but close it almost immediately because what do you say to that?

“I know it doesn’t make up for all the harm I did, but I was so angry back then. My childhood was stripped from me because of a stupid disease, and I wanted to take it out on someone, and I guess that was you... and some other people.”

God, that explains so much. If only I had known that back then... I might have done something to help her.

“You could have talked to someone about it.” She laughs as if the thought is preposterous.

“Who? A therapist? We couldn’t afford it. We could barely afford the house we were living in after all the bills from the hospital. I got two jobs, one after school and one on weekends. I worked every summer just so we could keep our heads above water. I hated my life and I wanted out. That’s why I moved away right after graduation. That’s why I haven’t been home since, because this place reminds me of the childhood I never had, the memories that were just within reach but always too far away for me to touch.”

Kate’s eyes lift and meet mine and what I see within her is a vulnerability I never expected. I see that broken girl that threw her shattered pieces at others to hide how angry she was, but I also see the woman sitting in front of me who is gorgeous in her vulnerability and all I want to do right now is kiss her.

“Drew?” she asks, her voice small but her eyes hopeful.

“Yeah?” I whisper, slowly shifting so I’m sitting right next to her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

Her eyes widen and mine flick to her lips, her tongue darting out and I wonder for the millionth time over the past few days if her mouth tastes just as good as I remember.

“Like you want to kiss me,” she whispers, her eyes darting to my lips and back to my eyes.

“Maybe I do want to kiss you.” I don’t know if any of this is a good idea. I don’t know if she’s staying, or just here to take care of her mom, but all I know right now is that I want this woman more than I have ever wanted someone in my entire life. But before I can make my move, she does it for me. Kate leans in and touches her lips to mine.

Kate

Dammit. I didn’t mean to kiss him, I didn’t mean to lean in and give in to the one thing I’ve been thinking about for the last three days, but here we are and before I can stop myself, I lift my ass off the couch and straddle his lap.

“Kate,” Drew mutters against my lips as my fingers lace themselves in his hair and tug him closer. “Kate, we should really talk about this.”

I know he’s right, yet my body has other ideas as my hips gyrate over his rapidly hardening cock.

“Kate!” he says more sternly as his hand pushes me away and our connection is broken.

“Why did you stop?” I ask, my nerves shot as I start to get off his lap, but his hands grasp my hips, and he tugs me even closer.

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