What Brings Me to You

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tell, but I liked it. I liked seeing her face so open and wanting me. Everything about the "fight", as I was calling it, melted away when I saw that face and those eyes and I wanted to jump her. When she'd finished dumping on me the longest, saddest apology ever, I touched my fingertips to her lips. She looked stunned but only for a second. She craved my touch as much as I craved touching her. When her eyes closed and she released that sexy little sigh, I let my hand wander around her face, her neck, her shoulder and come to rest on her lower back. I used my other hand to force her to face me.        
                  “Well if that wasn’t brutal honesty I don’t know what is.” A smile ghosted across her face, but was gone as soon as it came. "Charley, stop apologizing for telling me about you. I want to know you. Don't you understand?" She started shuddering again even though we were in direct sunlight. I didn't know what to do so I put my arm around her and pulled her closer.
    "It wasn't too far. I want to know you. I want to know everything about you. Good, bad, really bad, really     really bad, " and I was happy to see her smile even for a brief moment. "Charley, I wasn’t just being nice to you. I...I" and all of a sudden I couldn't get it out. I couldn't say it. I love you. I love you. I love you.      "I know we haven't known each other long but," I love you. I love you. I love you. Say it! I love you, Charley.      "I really...I don't want to lose you either."
                  It wasn't what I wanted to say, but she seemed to melt into me anyway. "But Charley," she tensed up again, "I don't want to be friends." She jolted up out of my arms and looked into my eyes with a worry and concern that twisted my insides. "Charley, stop worrying, Jesus. I don't want to be friends because I want you to be my girlfriend," she looked genuinely confused and her eyebrows knitted together so there was the most adorable crease above her nose. Now, I was the one who was worried. What if it was too much, too soon? What if she didn't want me like that.     Of course she wants you like that; a woman's body doesn't lie.      She still wasn't jumping at the chance, just staring me down looking lost. I did the only thing I knew to prove I was serious.
                  I put both hands palm side up on the sides of her face and pulled her inches from my own and waited. She’d been through a horrible trauma. I wasn’t going to kiss her unless I knew she’d kiss back. So I held her face and waited. If this is what she wants, she won't be able to hold back. God knows I can’t.      I waited and waited, I heard her breath quickening and her jaw twitched but she just sat there, motionless with her face in my hands. It must have been five seconds, maybe longer; I heard thunder from an ocean storm rumble and clap in the distance when she finally gave in. I felt her round little nose bump my straight one, and her lips crushed into mine. I let her kiss me like she wanted and moved my mouth in time with hers. I pulled her down on top of me so she'd be more comfortable and twisted my hands through her spirally hair, down her back, onto her backside. I started to take over the kiss and couldn’t help my body’s reaction when she moaned in the back of her throat.
                  “God, Charley, you’re so beautiful.” She quickly rolled off and I thought I'd done something wrong so I rolled on my side to look into her face. “What, Charley? What is it?”
                  "I'm sorry, Teddy, I just...no one has ever…"
                  "What?"
                  "No one has ever told me that before."
                  She was breaking my heart and killing the mood.     What do I have to do to get through to this girl? "Charley, that asshole didn’t know what he was saying and it’s just another reason I want to bash

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