and rehash all those painful memories.
“Harp, listen to me. That is why we will take it slow, baby steps if you will. No it won’t be easy but shit it’s not going to be easy for me either, but I’m willing. Can you try, for me?” he says sweetly.
Ugh. “Tucker why me? You can have any girl you want, why do you want to figure out why I’m so messed up?” I ask sadly.
I look away because clearly I’m shocked, but he puts his hand under my chin so I have no choice but to look at him, “Harp, because I like you. I enjoy your company and for the first time in a long time things seem better because of you.”
God he looks so sexy and he’s being so sweet but damn can I do this? As much as I don’t want to, I do want to for him. But what if he runs like hell when I tell him my past? I’ll be more broken and messed up than I am now. I hate this.
“Fine, I’ll try but no promises,” I say with a sad smile.
“Great, you won’t regret this, you’ll see,” he says with a huge sexy smile on his face. I can’t help but laugh at his optimism, but I got a hell of a lot of dirty laundry that can’t allow me to think this is going to end well.
“Can we not start today though? I rather just have a relaxing day before having to dredge up the bad shit,” I ask sadly.
“Sure, but you are stuck hanging out with me for the day,” he says with a laugh.
We spend part of the day hanging out at my apartment and then he comes with me as I photograph different areas of town. I even snap a few pictures of the sexy devil man himself. This way if he does leave, at least I will have something to remember him, like I would ever be able to forget his sexy face or well-built body.
He takes my camera from me and snaps some pictures of me and then says we need to take a picture together so we do. We joke and laugh and I cannot remember a time where I had this much fun. The mood is light and we run around town taking pictures and hanging out.
We stop at a pizza place and have pizza for dinner and then a while later we head back to my dorm. When we got back to my dorm, we watch some TV and just talk about anything and nothing. It is relaxing and fun. Before I knew it I pass out on the couch.
I wake up screaming and covered in sweat to someone talking to me. What the hell? When I realized what was going on, Tucker is looking at me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay Harp? You were having a nightmare,” he says looking worriedly at me.
“I’m okay, sorry about that. I’ll be right back.” I head into the bathroom and turn the cold water on and splash it on my face. I look like a train wreck. Ugh, how attractive that has to look. After I get myself under control, I go back to the living room.
“Are you okay Harp?” Tucker asked again.
Of course I’m not okay, I am never okay when I have the nightmares but I won’t tell him that. “Yeah, I’m okay, it was just a bad dream,” I say.
“Come here. “ I go and sit beside him on the couch; he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. “Harp that wasn’t just a bad dream, you seemed scared shitless, but you are safe now,” he says as he’s pulling me tighter to the side of his body.
“I know, thanks,” is all I can squeak out.
“How often do you have nightmares?” he asks sympathetically.
“A lot more often than I’d like,” I admit honestly.
Tucker doesn’t say anything, just hugs me a little tighter if that is even possible. Gosh, he smells good. Before I know it, I fall asleep against Tucker. I wake up and it takes me a second to realize where I am. I am snuggled beside Tucker and our legs are intertwined. Oh shit!
I slowly get my legs unraveled from Tucker’s and then stand up and head to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then wash my hands and brush my teeth, no one likes morning breath. I come out of the bathroom to a sleeping Tucker on my couch. I see it’s still early, so I decide
“Harp, listen to me. That is why we will take it slow, baby steps if you will. No it won’t be easy but shit it’s not going to be easy for me either, but I’m willing. Can you try, for me?” he says sweetly.
Ugh. “Tucker why me? You can have any girl you want, why do you want to figure out why I’m so messed up?” I ask sadly.
I look away because clearly I’m shocked, but he puts his hand under my chin so I have no choice but to look at him, “Harp, because I like you. I enjoy your company and for the first time in a long time things seem better because of you.”
God he looks so sexy and he’s being so sweet but damn can I do this? As much as I don’t want to, I do want to for him. But what if he runs like hell when I tell him my past? I’ll be more broken and messed up than I am now. I hate this.
“Fine, I’ll try but no promises,” I say with a sad smile.
“Great, you won’t regret this, you’ll see,” he says with a huge sexy smile on his face. I can’t help but laugh at his optimism, but I got a hell of a lot of dirty laundry that can’t allow me to think this is going to end well.
“Can we not start today though? I rather just have a relaxing day before having to dredge up the bad shit,” I ask sadly.
“Sure, but you are stuck hanging out with me for the day,” he says with a laugh.
We spend part of the day hanging out at my apartment and then he comes with me as I photograph different areas of town. I even snap a few pictures of the sexy devil man himself. This way if he does leave, at least I will have something to remember him, like I would ever be able to forget his sexy face or well-built body.
He takes my camera from me and snaps some pictures of me and then says we need to take a picture together so we do. We joke and laugh and I cannot remember a time where I had this much fun. The mood is light and we run around town taking pictures and hanging out.
We stop at a pizza place and have pizza for dinner and then a while later we head back to my dorm. When we got back to my dorm, we watch some TV and just talk about anything and nothing. It is relaxing and fun. Before I knew it I pass out on the couch.
I wake up screaming and covered in sweat to someone talking to me. What the hell? When I realized what was going on, Tucker is looking at me with a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay Harp? You were having a nightmare,” he says looking worriedly at me.
“I’m okay, sorry about that. I’ll be right back.” I head into the bathroom and turn the cold water on and splash it on my face. I look like a train wreck. Ugh, how attractive that has to look. After I get myself under control, I go back to the living room.
“Are you okay Harp?” Tucker asked again.
Of course I’m not okay, I am never okay when I have the nightmares but I won’t tell him that. “Yeah, I’m okay, it was just a bad dream,” I say.
“Come here. “ I go and sit beside him on the couch; he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. “Harp that wasn’t just a bad dream, you seemed scared shitless, but you are safe now,” he says as he’s pulling me tighter to the side of his body.
“I know, thanks,” is all I can squeak out.
“How often do you have nightmares?” he asks sympathetically.
“A lot more often than I’d like,” I admit honestly.
Tucker doesn’t say anything, just hugs me a little tighter if that is even possible. Gosh, he smells good. Before I know it, I fall asleep against Tucker. I wake up and it takes me a second to realize where I am. I am snuggled beside Tucker and our legs are intertwined. Oh shit!
I slowly get my legs unraveled from Tucker’s and then stand up and head to the bathroom. I relieve myself and then wash my hands and brush my teeth, no one likes morning breath. I come out of the bathroom to a sleeping Tucker on my couch. I see it’s still early, so I decide
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