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When I jumped off Zane’sps, it felt like my heart was about to fly out of my chest, and I kept feeling like I had made a very big mistake just now.
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Marco was no longer looking at me, having faced Aisha back and was presently kissing her hungrily, but I still felt like I had done something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. I was still breathing hard from how hard I came just now and my legs were still even trembling. Heck, my panties are still wet as well, however, I just couldn’t regte my pounding heart.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Zane asked as he easily rose to his feet and towered over me, making me feel breathless for apletely different reason again.
“Nothing,” I muttered while his eyes narrowed cause he clearly didn’t believe me. His eyes moved around the crowd till itnded on Marco, then he arched a brow at me.
“Perhaps it had something to do with my brother?” He asked and I bit on my bottom lip, refusing to
respond.
When I still didn’t say anything, he sighed and began to walk away. I thought he was mad at me and wanted to instantly call him back, but I felt rooted to the same spot, my entire body still trembling.
Am I doing the right thing right now? I asked myself quietly, and I even nced at the sky in hopes of a response magically appearing up there, but there was nothing.
Marco and Aisha were still making out when I nced over at them, she was hovering over his knees,
her hands wrapped around his shoulders as they kissed like they had no shame.
A flush quickly went through my entire body as soon as I reminded myself that I was just like them, seeing as there was <i>no </i>way I could judge them right now when I just got fingered in public like a
whore that has no ss.
I let my eyes wander around for a moment before I pushed through the crowd till I got to the part where the music wasn’t that loud, then I dialed Gregg’s number. I’ve missed listening to his voice so much. He was the voice of reasoning between us, and he always had the best advice to give. We’ve been best friends since high school and despite life trying to separate us countless times, we’re still friends.
He’s presently happily married with two kids and is the best father a child could ever ask for out there.
“Oh so <i>you </i>finally remembered to call your best friend?!” He yelled into the phone after epting the
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call and Iughed softly.
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I didn’t call Gregg on purpose since I arrived here, choosing <i>to </i>only text him cause sometimes, it’s hard to lie to him without him knowing, and I didn’t want him to know I was doing the opposite of what I promised him I was gonna do when I arrived here. He made me promise that I’ll really try to get over Marco this time, that I’ll also try to let loose and give another guy a chance at this wedding. But s, I was presently doing theplete opposite.
“Gregg, how do you know if you’re making a wrong decision?” I asked and he went silent at first, clearly processing the question.
“What did you do, Addison?”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t do anything, I just wanted to know,”
“You’re lying, I just know it. That’s why you didn’t call me, right?!”
I sighed, hating that he could see through me like this.
“I’m serious, Gregg, just answer the question.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, Addison. But to answer your question, when you know you’re making a bad decision is when your heart drop into your stomach when you do that, and you feel guilty, sick to your stomach, or ashamed… the list is quite long.”
“Oh.” I muttered and he hummed.
“However, <i>you </i>could be doing something right and still feel guilty. In this case, the person just needs to understand what they want.” He continued and my eyes widened again.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so what did you do?” He demanded and I pushed the hair out of my face.
“I’ll call you back tonight, Gregg. Thank you for your help as usual!” I told him, ignoring his protests as I hurriedly ended the call.
I let out a long breath, feeling like I was standing in the middle of a two road street, unable to step forward, cause it didn’t seem like I knew what I’m doing anymore.
A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched and whirled around, then my eyes settled on Zade’s face. He was staring down at me with eyes that made my skin feel sensitive at once, and my heart automatically began to pound as our eyes locked.
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“I was looking for you. You good?” He murmured and I felt surprised because I thought he was mad at me or something.
“I came here to call Gregg, that is all. I’m okay.” I responded and he nodded as he stepped forward, making the breath hitch in my throat. I want to back away at once, to run far away, cause this is wrong. The look I saw on Marco’s face back there made me feel like a whore without shame.
However, I also liked Zane’s hands on me, and it was all I thought about a lot throughout today. He settled a hand on my shoulder, the other, he slipped underneath my thighs as he scooped me up before I could blink, and I let out a startled gasp as I clung onto hisrge shoulders even though I was certain he wouldn’t drop me.
“W-”
He easily cut me off as he began to walk towards the drive way. “Your legs must start to hurt in those heels, no?”
He wasn’t wrong.
They were really starting to hurt cause I wasn’t even someone that wore it often unless extremely
necessary.
“Thank you.” I whispered quietly and my heart fluttered stupidly.
Marco or the others weren’t here right now so there was no need for this pda cause I know he definitely dosent care about me like this. Which is why I hate it when he does stuff like this, or randomly strokes my hair when no one was watching, or the way heplimented me so much back at the museum this morning… cause I know all of that wasn’t true. Yet, despite being aware of that, my heart keeps fluttering and raving at those acts.
But I’ve confirmed that my heart is pretty dumb, so that isn’t a surprise anymore. All that’s left for me to do is to put an end to these acts so I don’t confuse my heart further. I’ll start by putting my foot down once and telling him no touching of any kind till whenever there’s a need for pda once we arrive
at the ind.
However, when we arrived at the ind, all my ns to put my foot down and set some rules went up in mes as soon as he began to take care of me. He ran me a bath, prepared me some tea he insists always worked with soothing his grandfather, and he helped me dry my towel while I was perched in hisps. Basically, I was too weak once his hand settled on my body as he began to maneuver me around. The fact that he didn’t even try anything sexual and was just taking care of me made my heart flutter so much that I worry it might fly out of my chest.
No one has taken care of me like this. Presently, he was massaging my feet with a strawberry scented
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oil while Iid in bed, trying not to shiver or moan from how good the massage felt.
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It’s just so daunting to me that someone with this many tattoos who’s said to be dangerous is treating me like this when he most definitely shouldn’t.
After the massage, he went to shower while Iid in the bed, tense as hell cause I promised myself that after hees out, I’ll tell him no more touching me unless in public. Even though I didn’t like it, I was determined to do it for my own sanity. However when he reemerged shirtless with his long hair framing and making him look like a god, I forgot what I nned to say to him.
By the time he slid into the bed and tugged me right into his chest, I tensed for a moment before melting against him and inching even closer, enjoying the feel of his warm, heavy hand across my waist, and the feeling of his hardp between my legs, which I was trying not to grind down on.
“Sleep well, bunny.<i>” </i>He whispered against my head and I shuddered, exhaling against his throat and melting into him even more while I breathed in his scent deeply.
“Good night.” I mumbled back in response, promising myself that unfailingly by tomorrow, I’ll set
those damn rules no matter what!
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