Page 97 of Blossoms of the Heart
I kissed her slow at first showing her how to kiss me, then I thrust my tongue into her hot wet mouth to explore her. She pressed her dainty hands to my chest and the simple touch made me lose it. I took hold of her waist and pulled her towards me. We both fell down onto her bed together where I continued to kiss her.
It got intense and hotter and we both lost ourselves in the kiss. I hadn’t intended on doing anything further than the kiss but suddenly my T-shirt came off and so did her blouse. I took a second to admire her gorgeous breasts in her little bra.
I must have lost my mind because I should have heard the footsteps coming. There was always a loud creak on the stairs.
It was too late by the time the door swung open and I heard something smash against the floor.
Phoebe and I jumped apart.
I looked up in horror to find Patrice standing over by the door, face, ghost pale.
“What the hell are you doing in here with my daughter!” she screamed.
“Mom, it’s my fault.”
I grabbed my shirt and shrugged into it quickly.
“Did he touch you?” She rushed over to Phoebe and took hold of her arm.
“Let go of me.” Phoebe cried.
“I’m being serious, did he touch you?” she demanded.
“I didn’t touch her.” I balked. Fucking woman was looking at me as if I had some kind of disease.
She whirled around to face me, and poor Phoebe started crying. I wasn’t the guy to have a soft spot but my heart broke when I looked at her and saw the sadness in her eyes.
“You.” Patrice pointed at me. “You are scum. She’s eighteen. How dare you think you can come in here and touch her. My daughter won’t be with someone like you. A tattooed freak with no ambition, and purpose in life. Worthless and no good. How dare you touch her?”
“Mom stop it.” Phoebe cried.
“You’re blinded by love child.”
Patrice launched into a tirade of insults but I kept my eyes on Phoebe.
Blinded by love. Was she?
I loved her too.
This was probably going to be good bye. I didn’t think I would see her again after this, and if I did things wouldn’t be the same.
“Tai.” Phoebe called for me as I walked out the door.
“You stay away from my daughter. You hear me! Stay away.”
Patrice must have said the same thing ten times. But all I could hear was Phoebe calling for me.
Her present was still in my back pocket.
