Page 47 of The Night We Met

I wrap my legs around him to stop him from climbing off me, “I want you inside me. Now.”

Liam rolls off me to take his shorts off and I open the drawer to my nightstand to grab a condom and toss it to him. Once it’s on, Liam hovers over me.

“Are you sure?”

I dig my heels into his butt and pull him closer to me.No. Not even close. But I want to feel something. Anything.Avoiding eye contact, I line his cock up at my entrance, “Yes. I’m sure.”

That’s all the permission Liam needs as he slowly entersme. Pushing his cock in inch by inch. Stretching me and filling me to the hilt. We both groan out from the feeling. And then he’s moving inside of me. Bring his lips to mine all the while kissing me like he has all the time in the world. Moving at a steady pace. I break the kiss because this position is too intimate and not at all what I’m wanting with him.

Our bodies move in perfect rhythm. My hips meet his at the perfect moment. I feel the first tingle knowing I’m close to another orgasm. Liam starts to pump faster, his pelvis hitting my clit working to get me off and then finding his release.

I put my hand over his mouth to muffle his groans. Biting my bottom lip as my climax rips through me. Tears sneak out the corners of my eyes, giving way to my continual breaking.

What have I done?

Our eyes clash and I can see the walls he’s putting up. Liam rolls off of me after the last of his orgasm fades. Did I really just have sex with my best friend again? It didn’t mean anything to me. Now I’m pretty positive it meant something to Liam. Did it actually mean something to him this time?

I turn to face him, because I have to say something, “Liam…”

He puts his finger to my lips effectively silencing me. Giving me a tiny smile. “I know that it didn’t mean anything to you. And I know that you’re still hurting. So when you’re ready I’ll be here.”

He’s rendered me speechless. Which is not an easy thing to do. He kisses my hand and gets dressed, “I’ll see you later Kam.”

All I can do is watch him silently get dressed and leave.

I screwed up big time.

When I hear the front door close, the tears fall in a steady stream down my face.

After mopping in my house (mainly in my room), I realized the summer passed too quickly. A couple of my best girlfriends from high school decided to one-day drag me out of my house to a spin class. The class changed my life. I started going four times a week with them and started doing Pilates with my mom. I noticed a change in my mood and even my body. Even though in my sorrow state I’ve already lost ten pounds, and with the other workouts another twenty pounds melted off. Did I look healthy? No. But I felt better than I did at the beginning of the summer.

After I finally started coming out of the house, my friend Megan from high school was telling me about how the boutique she works at participates in trunk shows. I assisted with one show. Then I did another and after that I was enamored by it all. I had never seen anything like it.

So afterward I was so inspired that I went to Michael’s and picked up a sketchbook. I did anything and everything. Mostly sticking to sketching out clothes: dresses, skirts, everything young women like me would wear. My inspiration led me to fill that one up and then I just decided to buy ten more. I think my parents were just glad that I was finally doing something other than crying and being holed up in my room just staring at the wall. But when I told them my plan, they kind of freaked out on me. Stating that it was too late for me to change my major. But when I set my mind to something, I go after it and I get it. I think my parentsrealized that and said that if I change my major now, I’d better stick with it.

But all too quickly as those became routine, it was time to head back to school. Once I said goodbye to my parents and Jax, I started my nine and a half hour drive back to school. It was a good drive to get some thinking in. A little bit too much thinking. As a psychology major instead of analyzing others, I spent the time analyzing myself. I’m too messed up in the head for that.

Traffic has been relatively light so far. Even if it is in the middle of summer. The only part that I do get stuck in is I-95 in Virginia, which is always the norm.

All too soon I’m pulling back up to the Kappa Beta house. I’m still lucky enough to have my own room. I love living in the house, but sometimes I need my own space. And since I’m a third year, my responsibilities have increased so needing my own space will have its advantages.

“Kamryn!”

“Sarah! How are you?” I ask her as we hug. I haven’t seen my best friend since I left right after finals. I felt bad for not texting with her. But I needed a break. Unfortunately that included school friends.

“I’m so good! Went on vacation to Bora Bora and then went to Las Vegas for a while. How are you?”

“I’m good. Better,” I tell her honestly.

“You look good. For a second, I didn’t think you’d come back here.”

Neither did I. “I considered it. But I can’t let him get in the way of that.”

“That’s really good to hear.”

“Yeah. I’m ready for smooth sailing this year. I decided to change my major. It might mean more school, but I couldalways double up this year and possibly take summer classes back home. It’s not like I have anyone bidding for my time.”

“What are you changing your major to?”

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