Imperfect Love by Isabella White Page B

Holly queried, making him grin.
    “Never mind,” he said, his hand touching the back of her head again. His fingers tangled themselves up in her hair, pulling her down so she could lie down on the bed next to him. When she complied, he moved his body over hers, lowered his head and their lips met.
    Holly’s legs moved of their own accord and locked around his hips, while her feet rubbed up, down and around his calves. They were insanely lost in their kiss. One so feverish, it felt like Holly’s hormones would be messed up for good.
    When Jake began to rock slowly on top of her, she thought she was going to pass out due to the pure, carnal lust that had taken over her body.
    He stopped, trailed his lips to her neck and growled, making her shiver. “Woman, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”
    If only he knew what he is doing to me!
    He kissed her neck, but all too quickly hoisted himself up. “I promised, and I think I’m going to take a quick shower.”
    Holly’s skin broke out in goosebumps. If she had acted on her desires, he wouldn’t that minute be making his way to the bathroom. But she let him, because that was just the kind of person she was. She wouldn’t change her morals, despite what she’d thought earlier, and become like the girls who gave themselves to a guy on the first night; not even for Jake. She continued to ponder her situation and what she would do if it indeed turned out to be a one-night stand.
    Tears pressed against her eyelids at the thought. She’d wanted a guy like Jake ever since she’d noticed boys. Now that one was right there with her, available and clearly interested, it scared the living shit out of her. She had nothing to offer him, except her sex and her body.
    She laughed when a memory hit her. Her sister Jamie had called her private bits Viola, which Holly had thought stupid, but didn’t think so now. She would give anything to hear her sister saying it again the way only she could.
    One thing she definitely didn’t have was a huge bank account. She was in fact still in the red, trying to pay back her mom for the money she’d borrowed for the stupid wedding. Money she never should have borrowed in the first place. Holly didn’t even have a place of her own, either.
    Breathing out a ragged sigh and listening to the sound of the water in the shower running, she giggled to herself again. So what if this is a one-night stand? At least I won’t be crying over a jerk like Brandon anymore. However, tears threatened once again and she closed her eyes. She should’ve enjoyed it for what it was.
    Hearing the shower stop, she decided to pretend that she’d dozed off, even if it was very far from the truth. Her uppermost thought was that she needed to protect herself from whatever tomorrow brought.
    As she lay there unmoving, she heard the door open and relaxed her body completely. If there were two things Holly did well, it was fake an orgasm and fake sleep.
    When Jake walked over, stopping at the foot of the bed, obviously contemplating her sleeping form, she thought she heard him sigh. It was a sigh Holly knew well, one that was always connected to the gorgeous smile he had which in turn transformed his face into a Greek god. She, herself, fought the urge to smile in that moment.
    Holly heard Jake move around. The lights went out, and his cold body slid in right next to hers. Goose pimples danced over her entire body, but she kept pretending to be asleep. As much as she wanted to chat to him a little while longer, she had to prepare herself for the worst.
    Ever so gently, Jake’s lips touched her shoulder, followed by a soft kiss he planted on her neck. Her entire being demanded that she turn around and put her lips to his. But no, she couldn’t do that. Tomorrow was another day. The day Jake would reveal his true feelings for her.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     

    HOLLY WOKE AS THE BIRDS BEGAN twittering in the