Free Misguided Truths: Part One by Sarah Elizabeth

his arms around my waist tightly. “Please?”
    I pull away slightly a nd open my eyes so he can see me when I tell him that I fell in love with him, too, but my stomach churns and my blood runs cold when I see Neil stepping out from behind a tree on the other side of the street.
    He’s staring directly up through the window at us, and I know that I need to put an end to this once and for all. I can’t tell Brandon about what happened. He’s just declared his love for me, and I don’t want that to change. It’s hard enough to see him this upset, with him just thinking that I’m breaking up with him. But, to tell him that I slept with Neil, one of his best friends? Well, that would break him, and I know there would be no way we’d be able to come back from that.
    No. Once Neil sees me with Brandon then he’ll understand, and he’ll finally listen. I just need to show him that it’s Brandon I want, and not him.
    There’s only one thing I can think to do.
    I grasp at Brandon’s hair and pull him forward until his mouth is on mine, kissing him hard. I feel his shoulders instantly relax as he places his hands back on my waist. The kiss is unhurried, though filled with pure need. His fingers brush through my hair and then he begins to place softer kisses by my ear, before trailing them along my jaw and pulling away to look at me again.
    I step out from his embrace and take a deep breath.
    “Holl’s?” I tear my gaze away from his and walk towards the door. Turning the key in the lock, I briefly close my eyes and inhale another breath, with the hope it’ll help to steady my nerves. “Holl’s?” I see that his eyebrows have furrowed, and a deep frown has formed over his lips when I reopen them. “What are you doing?”
    Now’s not the time to be feeling nervous.
    Breaking our eye contact, I walk slowly towards him and begin to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. I don’t say anything when I stand directly in front of him, but risk a glance out of the window and see that Neil’s still standing outside and looking in.
    “Holly?”
    I turn and stare deeply into Brandon’s eyes and shrug out of my shirt, allowing for it fall to the floor before reaching over to remove his. His eyes widen, and I notice him swallow nervously as his eyes roam over me, “I love you, too.” I whisper, and thankfully the anxiety I’m feeling doesn’t creep into my voice.
    Once his shirt is fully open, I brush my fingers lazily over his chest and abs, bringing them slowly upwards until I reach his jaw, “I’m ready.” My voice is shaky as my eyes meet with his again.
    “You’re ready for what?” his voice is soft as he asks, and he searches my eyes, studying me. I lower my hands and reach for the waistband of his pants, and it’s now when it finally seems to dawn on him. “Oh.”
    I need him to know that it’s only him that I want, and Neil needs to see this so he’ll get the message. My first time should always have been with Brandon. If we do this now, then Neil will no longer be the one who took this away from me. He’ll no longer be the one who took this away from us, “Are you sure about this?”
    Nodding only slightly, I reach over to the curtains and see Neil shaking his head. Good. He’s seeing this. I pull them closed and then turn back to Brandon, grabbing his hands in mine before walking slowly backwards until we reach my bed.
    I lean up and kiss him again, taking my hands from out of his and wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down until he’s lying on top of me.
    He break s our kiss and searches my face, “So, we’re not breaking up?”
    “W e’re definitely not breaking up,” I tell him, while shaking my head and gripping onto his shoulders.
    “But, then why?” h is brow furrows, and he looks confused. “Why’ve you been avoiding me?”
    A dull a che crosses over my chest again, “Because … because I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”
    “Never doubt my feelings for you, Holly,”