Page 26 of Feel It All

“Oh yeah, what do you write?”

“Anything really. Poems, short stories, or just about my day. I have journals full of them.” She stares at her blanket, twirling the tassels between her fingers.

“I think that’s great, Winry. Would you let me read some?” I reach out and put my hand on her knee.

“Maybe one day. You’ve got to earn it.” She gives me a small nudge with her knees.

“Oh, I intend to.”

She stretches out her legs in my lap, and before I think too hard on it, I place my hand under her thighs and pull as close as I can without pulling her in my lap. I bring my hand up to her face and tuck her hair behind her ear. I want nothing more than to lean in and kiss her. Still not thinking about what I am doing, I lift her chin and put my thumb in her dimple like I wanted to do the first time we met. Her breath hitches, and her lips part slightly. We just stare at each other, unwilling to move from this position.

“Graham,” she says breathlessly.

I start to lean in when suddenly my conversion with her dad comes screaming back, and I pull away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…sorry…I wasn’t thinking.” I take her legs off my lap and stand up, needing some air and space.

“Graham, it’s fine really.”

“I’d better get going.”

“Graham, come on, you don’t have to go. Why don’t we just go inside and watch some TV?”

I run my hands over my face. What was going on with me?

“I’m sorry, Winry, I think it’s best that I head home.”

Her face looks so hurt. Damn it, this is exactly what I wanted to avoid and what her dad told me would happen. I don’t want to be the one to hurt her in any way, so why am I screwing this up so badly?

“Okay, if that’s what you want.” She stands up and we both walk toward the front door silently. Gah, I am such a dick.

“Winry, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry exactly? Are you sorry because you almost kissed me? Because you didn’t want to, or you’re not attracted to me?” She has a hip stuck out and her arms crossed; if she only knew how I was dying to rip every piece of her clothing off her and absolutely devour her right here in her living room.

“Win, that’s not it.”

“Then why are you running out of here?”

“Because I’m not sure I have anything to offer you. I like you, Winry, like really like you, but I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I think my longest relationship lasted a month, tops. You deserve so much more, and I don’t want to lose you. I have already fucked it up enough tonight.”

Her face softens, and she uncrosses her arms at my words. Understand, please understand, I silently pray.

“It’s okay, I get it, but you don’t have to run away. I just don’t want you to leave.” She grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I look down at her and she has the sultry look in her eyes.

Don’t be an asshole.

“Winry, you’re killing me.”

“Good.” She goes up on her tip toes and catches my face in her hands pulling me down and crashing her lips to mine. She tastes sweet, like the s’mores we had earlier. My arms wrap around her waist pulling her in closer to me, then lowering them down to cup her ass. More, I need more.

Moving my hands down to the back of her thighs I lift her up and her legs wrap around me. I push her up against the wall, and she groans in satisfaction. Her lips part and I dive in, deepening the kiss. Her hands are now running through my hair, and she grinds her hips against me.

“Graham,” she moans as I kiss down her neck. “Please.”

I pause for a moment and study her face; she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her lips are swollen from our kiss, and her eyes are begging me for more.

“Winry…” my dick rages against my jeans for me to give in to this.

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