Assisting Miss Adams (GirlXGirl) OLD VERSION

Chp. 52

I strutted to the door and hesitated to open it, wondering if this was really a good idea, but deciding it was too late to back out. It felt like waiting in line to ride the scariest ride at the theme park, and once you were strapped in there was no going back.

That’s what I felt like right now, just one-hundred times worse.

I pulled the door open and revealed a very cold, but still very beautiful, Megan as her icy blue eyes sucked in every ounce of my attention. I noticed she had a bit more make-up on today, and her hair was fixed, which meant she had put a little more effort into her appearance today.

Just like me.

She mumbled, “Can I come in? It’s cold as balls out here.”

I opened my door, smiling, “Balls?”

She set her things down, “You get the picture.”

I nodded, clenching my eyes shut, “And I wish I hadn’t.”

She turned around and looked at me from a distance, allowing me a few seconds to take her fully in, and she looked magnificent as always. Her eyes were studying me just as hard, and I knew neither one of us knew exactly how to start this type of conversation.

So I thought of the only way I knew how to break the awkward ice.

I walked to the kitchen, “Do you want some wine?”

She gave me a curious look, “You’re gonna drink?”

I nodded, “One glass won’t kill me.”

I poured two and handed one to her, bringing us closer to each other. I felt like I had no idea what I was doing, and it was probably because I in fact had no idea what I was doing, but I was praying Megan did.

She broke the silence, “Sam, I’m not even sure where to start about this whole situation… but I just want to apologize again, for everything. I put you through a lot of shit, which was honestly not right on my part, so I’m hoping you’ll forgive me so we can start new. Not that I want to start over but… I just don’t want us to have any grudges…”

I smiled at her rambling, “Megan, I forgive you.”

She swirled her wine around her glass as she peered down into it, giving me a few more seconds to look at her. She had taken off her jacket, which exposed her button down that was slightly un-buttoned at the top. Now don’t get me wrong, I knew she was here so we could talk, but I couldn’t help but shortly fantasize about ripping the rest of them open.

And for some reason I couldn’t help but ask, “Why’d you kiss me yesterday?”

Her blue eyes looked up to me, as if she was looking at me for an answer to my question. She leaned back into the couch and sighed, “I thought I was here so we could talk about you.”