Free Misguided Truths: Part One by Sarah Elizabeth Page A

he whispers and then gently presses his lips against mine briefly. “ Ever.”
    His hands begin to roam over my breasts, before he strokes his fingers lightly across my naval. I hear the sound of my zipper and then feel his warm hand sliding in-between my jeans and panties. 
    I rest my head back against the pillow as he places soft, lingering kisses over my neck, and his breaths by my ear send warm tingles throughout my entire body.
    This tenderness was how it was supposed to be. How it was supposed to feel when I had sex for the first time.
    When his fingers touch my bare flesh, I inhale a sharp breath as he lets out a soft groan, and I feel my muscles beginning to tense.
    “Just relax,” he whispers.
     
    One more drink…
    You feel so good …
    You like that, huh?
    Just relax …
     
    I clench my eyes closed when images from Saturday filter into my mind, and I can feel my whole body beginning to shake.
    It’s Brandon. It’s Brandon. It’s …
    I open my eyes when I can no longer feel his hands on me, and see that he’s gazing down at me, with a guarded look in his eyes, “Why did you stop?” I ask him, and watch as he takes a breath. He runs his finger gently across my cheek, with a look of sorrow filtering into his eyes. “Brandon?”
    “ Because you’re crying,” he moves away and sits over on the edge of the bed. I wipe my face and look down at my hand. Oh . “I’m sorry, Holl's. When you said you were ready, I should have …”
    “I am. I’m ready, ” I try to reassure him. I need him to do this so I won’t think of Neil every time he touches me. “Please?”
    He stands and grabs his shirt from off the floor by the window, “Holly, you looked scared. If you were ready then you wouldn’t have reacted in that way when I touched you.” He pulls on his shirt and begins to fasten it up, before raking his hands through his hair. “Listen, um …”
    I jump off the bed and walk over to where he’s standing, “Are you leaving?” His eyes are darting around the room, on anything and everything but me.
    “Yeah, I think I should,” he answers while shrugging his shoulders in defeat.
    “Are you angry with me?” M y voice cracks when I see how dull his eyes have become. Why can’t I block everything out of my mind? Why do I have to keep seeing Neil’s face?
    He steps forward and cups my chin in his hand, “Angry with you? No. No, Holl's. I’m not angry with you …” he presses a feather light kiss on my forehead and strokes his fingers through my hair. “I’m angry with myself.” He whispers and walks over to open my bedroom door. When he reaches for the handle, he turns around and smiles a sad smile. “Call me before you go to sleep.”
    When he closes the door behind him, I grab my cell from the drawer that I threw it in earlier, and walk over to the window. Peeking through the small gap, I watch Brandon walk down the street and then look over to where Neil had been previously standing. Thankfully, it doesn’t look as though he decided to stick around.
    I glance to my cell and see three new messages. Sighing deeply, I climb under the blankets on my bed before opening them up.
     
    Not cool, Holly. Not cool.
    You think he won’t be able to tell that someone’s been there first?
    You wanna play games, huh? You got it.
     
    I throw my cell down, and sob uncontrollably until I finally manage to fall asleep. 

Dinner & A Movie
     

Brandon
     
    The knocking sound on the front door tells me that she’s here already.
    Last night was the first time that I’ve actually managed to see Holly since we had our first row on Saturday, just before the band’s first gig. I hadn’t realized at the time just how upset she’d be about me having to cancel our plans. She ignored my calls, messages, and wouldn’t answer the door to me all week.
    Yesterday, though, I made sure I got to see her. We talked , and as it turns out, she told me she was worried that I didn’t feel the same way about her.