interesting experience, no doubt about it.
"But I've found my Mr. Right," she murmured, "and he's been just a few blocks away from me the entire time."
Satisfied that she did all that she needed to do, she grabbed her coat and headed out to her car. No matter what his reaction to her was, she needed to see Rob.
***
Rachel could have walked to his apartment and she realized that she should have. Her hands were trembling when she knocked on his door and all of the nervous energy she felt earlier in the day seemed to hit her full force. What if he didn't want to talk to her? What if he had moved on already? She couldn't help the feelings of doubt that were bubbling up and she wanted to just get this whole thing over with.
Rob opened the door after a few seconds. He looked good, which was a nice to see. He didn't look ecstatic with her presence, nor did he look frustrated, so she thought she might have a chance.
"I came over to apologize for pushing you away," she murmured, ashamed to even look Robert in the eye, "I took what we had for granted to chase after something that wasn't what it seemed. I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am."
Robert was silent and Rachel took the pause as a prompt to carry on. "I messed up because I didn't know how deeply I felt about you. I..." She allowed herself to look up at him, trying to gauge if he was ready for her confession. His face was unreadable and, against her better judgment, she decided to continue. "I love you, Rob. I love you enough that I will leave you if you think that I'm not the right person for you. I just don't want us to part with this thing weighing us down."
Robert's expression was still neutral, but she thought that she could see his eyes widen a bit after she confessed her love. This wasn't how she had planned to tell him; there was going to be a nice dinner, maybe a bit of a cuddling session back at his apartment, and he would rush into her arms but she would have to settle for what she could get.
Rachel leaned towards him hesitantly, her eyes drifting to his lips. Those lips that felt like home to her. Those lips that would make everything better. She wanted to feel them on her body again. More than anything.
And before she could give it much thought, or prepare for his possible rejection, she kissed him. It was soft and gentle, questioning, and filled with hope.
Robert froze at her touch, and for a moment, she dreaded what was coming. But he surprised her with a sigh, and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. He kissed her back, gently at first, almost as though he were still unsure.
And then Rachel felt something snap inside of him. His need for her was a visceral thing as he rocked her in his arms, giving into his desire for her. His lips melded against hers, soft and sweet, hungry and full of need.
Rachel’s core fluttered, her breasts swollen and achy with need. She was desperate for more of his touch, but she knew this couldn’t be rushed. She wanted to savor this moment, and draw it out forever if she could.
She poured all of her emotions into that kiss, threading her hands through his hair as he cradled her against his chest. She needed him to know how sorry she was… that she meant what she said. It was her way of communicating without words.
Robert seemed to accept this, communicating his own feelings right back to her. His body was burning up against her, his erection pressing