I wake up and glance at the time. It's 9 o'clock in the morning, and she's still fast asleep. I slip out from underneath her without waking her up, and then I head into the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm completely disgusted with myself. What did I do to her last night? Would you even call that rape if she wanted to do it as well? I probably got her pregnant. I feel like shit. I wish I could go back and just stop this night from happening. I hate myself. I don't even know the girls name. I throwed on some boxers and my pajama bottoms, and went into the bedroom. I looked at her sleeping. Wow she's beautiful. I made sure she was so far out that if I moved her she wouldn't wake up. I lifted up her body and slid the shirt I was supposed to wear to sleep over her. I laid her back down and began to stare at her again. She's just so beautiful I can't keep my eyes off of her, I want to have her, I need to have her, she should be mine. I'm suddenly snapped back to reality and I remembered what happened last night. I head into the bathroom and I start to cry. She doesn't deserve this. I should die. I ruined her life. Over my sobs I must of not heard her get up and come knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you okay?" she asks.
I quickly try to pull myself together, "yes... I'm fine," I reply while wiping the tears for my eyes before I open the door.
"I thought I heard you crying?" she questions.
I answer, "nope, wasn't me."
She headed into the bathroom herself. Did I not notice how beautiful this girl was last night when we had sex. I wonder if she remembers anything that happened. I go over to the coffee maker and pour two cups of coffee, one for her and one for me. She comes out of the bathroom and takes the seat across from me as I hand her the mug. She takes a sip as I turn on the tv to watch the news. It's funny to think that me and she are complete strangers yet we were so close last night to the point as if we had knew each other forever. I've never been so nervous to talk to another girl before in my life.
"So... about last night," I manage to stutter out, "I really just want to apologize for y-."
She cuts me off mid-sentence saying, "sorry? Why are you sorry? You have no reason to be."
"You could be pregnant all because of me, its all my fault. I'm so sorry. I honestly am. I shouldn't have even touched you, to think I can control myself," I respond.
"None of this is your fault. I mean, yes, you did make the first move by unhooking my bra strap, but I was the one that took it off. I was the one that wanted you. I wanted you for my pleasure. I guilted you into having sex with me. And if I am pregnant, don't even worry about it. I was the one that started to take off your clothes," she hissed back.
"You mustn't really take all blame upon your self. It was both of our faults, a foolish mistake. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy every satisfying second of our sex, but rather that we shouldn't have been doing what we did to each other. We are complete strangers. I don't even know your name, and by the way what exactly would it be?" I ask.
"Wait... you thought I was. Good?" she responded with that sexy smirk on her face again.
"I asked you a question first now didn't I? Maybe I'll answer yours once you answer mine," I say back giving her my best grin I could pull off in this serious moment.
She giggles, "Well my name is Nicole. My friends like to call me Nicky. Now you answer my question."
"Yeah I think you were good. The best I've ever had honestly. Now does that satisfy you?" I respond.
"Satisfy me? Hmm... maybe a little," she grins, "And you were very impressive too. Best I have ever had as well. By the way, you never told me your name."
"Oh yeah, my name is Greg, and my friends like to call me... Greg," I say satisfied with myself for being a smart ass.
"Haha very funny Greg," she grunts, "I personally don't want to let what happened between us last night go. I felt something with you Greg, something so special I have never felt before towards any other guy. I think you feel the same way I do. And this may sound absolutely ludicrous, but I think I'm... I think I'm...I think I'm in love with you." She struggles to get out the last thing she said to me. I feel the exact same way about her, but I think my love is deeper for her than it is for me. I want to be with her forever. I wanna be 80 years old holding hands with her swinging on our porch swing at our house watching our grand kids play in our yard. I want hold her hand every second I have the chance, and gaze into her lovely sky blue eyes. I want to run my hand through her long brown hair and caress her cheeks with my thumb. I want to feel every single curve of her body. I want to hold her close when it's storming out just to stay warm, and I wanna hold her close while watching a horror movie to keep the bad guys from getting her. I wanna kiss her everyday, anywhere, anytime. I want to feel the warmth of her lips pressed up against mine, wether we are soaked from head to toe from the rain or nice and cozy sitting next to the fire. I want to be her boyfriend, her husband, her love, forever and always. Forever and always is how long I want to be with her...
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