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“Because it isn’t,” he said.
He didn’t try to tell her that she could trust him, or work to convince her. That was all. It wasn’t a trick. She wanted so badly to believe him, to believe that what they had was a real connection.
“Kiss me again?”
He smiled, leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She played her fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer to hers. When he started removing her shirt, she didn’t stop him. His hands were rough from thousands of hours of basketball practice, his fingers strong as they pulled her against him. Before she knew it, they were on his bed, kissing and undressing one another.
When he entered her, all thought disappeared and she lost herself to the sensation. He was incredible. As he moved inside of her, her body flooding with warmth, her mind completely overtaken by the ecstasy of it all. The whole time he was right there, always touching her, looking at her, watching her. She’d been with men only using her to get off. Their attention was always very internalized, focused on their own pleasure, and likely imagining they were having sex with someone else. With someone more attractive.
Not him though, he was right there with her. When they both climaxed, it felt like a culmination of everything in her life up to that point. She had no idea what life would bring after this, but for just that moment, she switched off her brain and allowed herself to be happy.
They spent the rest of the day in the hotel room. He ordered them room service, and they had sex again that day… and again that night. Bryan had never felt so compelled by a woman, so completely taken by her. They fell asleep together, holding one another in his bed. Normally he hated when they slept in his bed. They took up his space, always wanting to touch him. It made him hot and uncomfortable. Why couldn’t they just keep their damn hands to themselves? Not her, though. When they rested together, he couldn’t hold her close enough. It was the weirdest thing he’d ever experienced.
So much so that he dreamed it had all been a dream. It was the craziest thing to wake up, in his dream, and find her gone. That it hadn’t happened at all. That morning, when he actually woke up and she was still there, her eyes closed, her breathing steady, he actually felt relieved.
Again, normally he wanted them gone if he couldn’t have kicked them out the night before, but this time he had to take a deep breath to steady himself. Her face looked so relaxed. She looked happy. Her happiness almost bled through her, shining on him.
How could he have gone through life without feeling like this before? Who was this woman to make him feel this way? He knew she was something special, but this was beyond anything.
The need to relieve himself was too urgent for him to ignore, however, and as angelic as she looked, he couldn’t stay in that bed any longer. Slipping his arm out from under her he carefully crawled out of bed so as not to wake her and snuck off to the bathroom.
While he was in the middle of going, he heard her say his name.
“In here,” he called back.
“Oh,” she said, her voice muffled by the closed door. “I was afraid you’d run off.”
He gave a small laugh and when he was finished going, he came out and leaned against the wall. She was sitting up in bed, the sheet wrapped around her body modestly. The fact that she was still showing such modesty after everything they’d done was somehow endearing. All of these women with no respect for themselves just lounged around in their nudity, not caring who saw. Just one more thing he found fascinating about her.
“So…” she said and bit her upper lip.
“Yep,” he said.
Wait, was that bad? He suddenly realized he had no idea how to act. Normally he wanted them gone, but not her. Yet, lavishing her with gifts had had the opposite effect as well. How did he get her to stay? What was he supposed to do? What did normal people do the morning after?
“I, uh, I should go,” she said.
Oh, well maybe that’s what normal people did. If she needed to go, he didn’t want to stop her. The last thing he wanted to do was mess this up by coming off as clingy. He didn’t know what she needed, so he would just give her whatever she wanted. “Yeah, of course.”
He went over to the side of the room where her pants had dropped and tossed them over to her. He didn’t want her feeling weird about having to leave, so he tried to make her feel better by saying, “I have stuff I need to do today, too, so, yeah.”
Should he kiss her goodbye? Would that be weird? He stood, feeling awkward as hell as he watched her get dressed. He could tell it was making her feel weird, too, but he didn’t know what to do. Purposely looking away felt weird, too. It was like there was no right answer. After putting on her shoes she came over and stood there for a second, looking like she was trying to figure out what to say. At least it wasn’t just him feeling weird about it.
In an attempt to help her out he sort of blurted the first thing that came to mind. “See you later.”
“Yeah,” she said, and left.
Just like that, she left.
He couldn’t help feeling a bit bad by the fact that they didn’t even hug or anything.
As he’d told her before, he had to start traveling for games, so they didn’t talk or see much of one another after that. He’d tried to get ahold of her, but their conversations were always strained and awkward.
Finally came the time when he had to hit the road, but things with Maggie felt unfinished. He hated it. So, one night when he had some time to stress over everything, he remembered her friend Stacy. She seemed down to do whatever he wanted, so he hunted down her information and gave her a call.
After she got over her initial shock that he was calling her, he finally got around to getting to what he really wanted from her.
“What’s up with Maggie?”
