admit to it being my fault and then she would get even pissier with me. It was cute as hell and sometimes I would do that shit on purpose just to see the fire light the firecracker. Maybe it was wrong of me but I enjoyed getting her all worked up. Her little brow would crease and her cheeks would warm up to a nice rosy pink. She was absolutely stunning when she was mad. So I pushed her limits on more than one occasion. My favorite is when she would get on her tiptoes and get in my face. All over a deck of cards; it was funny. I often found myself mesmerized by her when she was holding my niece. Her warm smiles and feather soft kisses that she would place on the baby stole my resolve. In those moments, I knew I wanted so much more than just a good time between the sheets.
“Why don’t you break things off with that asshole and give this.” I motioned between the two of us. “A chance.”
She stepped away from me and ran her hand through her hair and then knitted her upper brow. She looked so confused and so beat down at the same time. “Don’t you see? I made a commitment to move in with him. This can’t happen. I’m going to be with him. I have time invested in our relationship. I don’t just give up on things. I’m a fighter. I see things through,” she spit out. And by all means, she was a fighter.
“How can you say that after last night?” I knew that was a stretch. We had had a threesome for God’s sake, but like I had pointed out, we did share those special moments when I felt like we were the only two people in the room. I wanted to have that with her now. I wanted to explore her body when it was just her and I. I wanted to memorize each line, each curve of her body. I wanted to see the light in her eyes shine when she had an orgasm, but most of all I just wanted to hold her. To make her mine.
“Babe. Let’s get this straight. Last night was about gratification. It was about having a good time. It wasn’t meaningful. It was a threesome. How...” She waved her hand in the air. “How could you see it as anything more than that?”
Damn that stung. Like really stung. I felt my chest tighten at her words. But point taken. There were three of us and the level of intimacy that I wanted to share, that we could share, just wasn’t there. I needed more time. I needed time to prove to her that I could be the man that she needed. It was there, we just needed to explore it. I was a good man and I knew I had a lot to offer her. We had danced around this flirtation long enough. It was time for her to give me the chance that I knew I wanted and deserved. I took in a deep cleansing breath.
“I get it. A threesome doesn’t exactly lend itself to pure intimacy between two people.” I was going to take a chance putting myself out there, but what the hell. “Give me a chance. Let me prove to you that you don’t want to be anywhere else or be with anyone else other than me.”
Her eyes rounded with a look of surprise and shock; she sucked that delicious bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it as if in deep contemplation. She then lowered her eyes to the floor as if searching for the right answer. I had the right answer, she just needed to listen to the words that were coming from my mouth. When she brought her eyes back up to mine I saw pain in them. I saw a girl who was struggling with a decision that she had made and wanting something entirely different. “I can’t,” she said softly. “I can’t.” And then I saw it; a tear escaped the corner of her eye and fell down her cheek, dropping to the floor.
Closing the distance between us I moved to her, brought my arms around her and then settled her face on my chest. She didn’t hesitate to meet my embrace. She wrapped her arms around me and held on tight. I didn’t know if she was telling me goodbye. I hoped like hell it wasn’t. I was going to make sure that come hell or high water that I was there at every turn. She wasn’t going to get rid