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Fuck, I had to get away from Willow.
When I first woke up and realized I had my arms around her and, worse yet, was rubbing her back, I immediately stopped. I dropped my arms to my sides at lightning speed, but she was still straddling me.
I liked that a little too much.
But then she came to her senses and scrambled off of me. I tried to take it in stride. She was so worried and apologetic, so I handled it with humor.
I thought I was okay, too, but then it struck me how badly I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her once again, right then and there.
I knew then that I had to go.
I obviously like Willowfartoo much.
That’s why I couldn’t stay for breakfast, as much as I wanted to.
It’s the first time we parted that we didn’t make a plan to get back in touch later in the day or real soon.
I know we will see each other again, but I think we need some time apart first.
I know I do.
That much was clear when I walked in my house and made a beeline up to the shower. I had to get her sweet scent off of me. She was in my head too. So much so that I beat off under the pulsing hot water—not once but twice.
The things I wish I could do to Willow. I’d make her feel so fucking good. She’d scream out my name and beg for more.
And I’d accommodate her.
“Fuck, I want that woman,” I growl as I stomp around the house.
Yeah, I definitely need some time to myself.
So, as much as I want to contact Willow, I don’t for the rest of the day. I do call Nils, and we decide to skate and lift weights tomorrow morning at the practice facility. I suggest we also grab lunch.
He’s up for that.
Good. I need to stay busy so I don’t cave and call or text the girl next door.
It’s hard to do something against everything your head—and okay, yeah, your heart—is screaming for you to do.
But I know this is for the best.
We just need to back off a little.
We’re together too much, and it’s bringing up all kinds of crazy feelings.
I think Willow agrees, as there are no attempts from her to contact me at anytime throughout the day.
Still, I keep hoping that she does.
Yeah, a part of me—and it’s a big part—wants to say “Fuck it. Whatever happens, happens.”
Even at night, when I’m in my bed, ready to fall asleep, I check my phone one last time, hoping to have heard from her.
But there’s nothing.
Usually one of us will send a “good night” text, but that’s not happening today.
For all my big talk about wanting to stay away, not hearing from her at all irritates me.
