Try Again (I_Am_Wildcat x Reader)

12

I decided to stop off at my room first and shower so my hair wouldn't get gross and I wouldn't smell like chlorine. I put on some comfortable pajama shorts, a tank top and a sweater. I did put on a bra too, because I thought that would be best over comfort.

I made my way through the eerily silent hall to Tyler's room and knocked on the door. I heard him shuffle behind the door then it opened, revealing my very handsome ex-boyfriend, despite the sad look on his face.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Hey," he said back.

"Can I come in?"

He nodded and stepped aside, "Of course."

I walked in and he closed the door behind me.

"You can sit on the bed or something," he told me, crawling back under the covers.

I nodded and actually decided to get in the bed with him. I layed my head on the pillow next to his and pulled the blanket over me. I moved closer and pressed my body to his.

Tyler let out a breath and wrapped his arm around me, pressing a warm hand to my lower back and moving me closer.

We just kind of took in the closeness I knew we both missed. It felt so nice being near him again.

He looked at me with sad eyes, "Are you and Brian..."

"No." I answered honestly.

"But what about..."

"That kiss? Yeah, he has a crush on me and I pushed him away."

"Why?"

"Because of you."

"Why me?"

"I don't know," I whispered hoarsely, pressing my face into his chest, "I miss you."

"I've missed you too," he sighed, running his hand along my back.

I brought my face out of his chest and my hand to his cheek so I could caress it lightly as he closed his eyes. "Why did you do it, Ty?" I asked.

"I don't know," he confessed, "I was scared."

"Of me?"

"No," he said, opening his eyes, "Not you. You were the best thing in my life."

"So why would you push me away? If I was that important to you?"

He looked down, tracing his hand down my back and leg, "I'm an idiot, obviously. I thought that something would push you away sooner or later, and if I did it now then it wouldn't hurt so bad later," he sighed, "This doesn't make any sense. Does it?"

I pressed my forehead to his, "It does, I just, wish you didn't think like that. I thought we were forever. I never doubted that."

"I'm stupid," he mumbled again, looking me in the eyes and pulling my leg onto his body.

I looked down at his mouth, then back up to his eyes. I didn't even think about what I was doing and before I realized it I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips into his. It felt so good to kiss him again. It was like, as cliche as it was, coming home. I felt like in this moment, this is where I belonged.

(A/N: Mild 'smut' like thing, just warning)

I let him take control and he moved his lips against mine with a bit more force. When his tongue traced my bottom lip I decided to deny him entrance so he moved his hand down to my inner thigh, making me gasp, so he could deepen the kiss. I let him. His hands continued to roam but this time with more purpose as he climbed on top of me. My fingers tangled into his hair and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His lips moved down my jawline and to my neck. He found my sweet spot immediately, knowing exactly where it was. I tilted my head to give him better access as he sucked and lightly bit at my neck. I held back a small moan as I felt him grow against me. He rocked himself into me and came back up to kiss me again.

I wanted him, bad. I wanted to feel him again and be with him, but I couldn't. Not right now. I turned my face away and stopped him as he tried to go back at my neck.

"Ty, stop," I said breathlessly, despite the huge lump in my throat and my body begging me to let him continue.

He rested his forehead on my chest, where I'm sure my heart was thudding uncontrollably, "I'm sorry."

My heart twisted and I could feel myself tearing up inside. "It's okay," I said, trying my best to hold it together, "It's just, we can't. We have to talk about things before we get too ahead of ourselves."

He brought his head up to look at me with his pain filled eyes, "I should've never fucking broke up with you. I should've just trusted myself. I should've..."

"Should've what?" I asked, again running my hand along his scruffy cheek.

He let out a breathy laugh. "Sit up," he told me. As I did so he stood up and dug through his suitcase, pulling something small out and getting on the floor in front of me. "I should've given you this like I planned." He pulled out a small black velvet box and presented it to me. "I don't know why I didn't."

I looked at him in shock and took it from him, opening it to make sure it was what I thought it was... an engagement ring.