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Say You Do
”I don’t even care if you don’t mean it. Just say you might, just for tonight.” I had no shame for the tears that rolled down my cheeks, no shame in begging. It had been months since I’d felt her touch and no one else could bring me the peace I so desperately needed and wanted. ”Just for tonight, get in my head. Wreck my bed. All night long like we used to. Even if you don’t, couldn’t you say you do?” My eyes fell shut and I collapsed on the stool in a heap. Heavy sobs took over, wracking my body uncontrollably. I’d lost it. Alcohol just made it all so much worse and now I was a pathetic drunk crying over love lost in a bar.
A warm hand cupped my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to Lauren standing before me with so much emotion in her eyes.
Her thumb brushed across my cheek to rid the tears. Her free hand reached for mine, slipping her fingers between my own. ”Come on. Let’s get you home,” she whispered before helping me up and leading me out the door.
She drove us in silence. Her hand remained in mine resting on my thigh. It was all so normal. All except for the tired smile she wore showing how hard this was for her, but I’d take it. It was a smile all the same and for tonight, I would pretend that it meant the same thing it used to; that she wanted nothing more than to be here with me.
Lauren helped into my house and up to my room. Her hands on my skin overwhelmed what little sense I hadn’t numbed with alcohol. I steadied myself on her shoulders, gazing into those eyes that used to hold my entire world. Who was I kidding? They still did. My mouth fell open with the intention of saying so many things, but nothing came out.
She shook her head. ”Shhh.” Her finger came to rest across my lips.
My god, her fingers. Her hands. So gifted with surgical precision and talented enough to go toe to toe with a succubus in bed, yet delicate enough to soothe my soul.
She slowly pulled her finger away, replacing it with her lips. Soft, tender, loving. What started slow and innocent soon turned more passionate. Skilled fingers did their job, shedding me of my vest. With a gentle touch she laid me on the bed, stilling the spinning room.
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I love this,even with unrequited love you left BO with hope.Even if they can’t be together LAUREN still allows BO the benefit of a ”last night”where there are no buts just the here and now.An unselfish moment given to someone LAUREN will always love.thanks