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The Ground Rules #1
The Ground Rules : Rewritten #2
The Ground Rules
were impossible to follow. It was hard not to become completely consumed by the
beautiful and enigmatic Weston Hanson. The heart of a romantic was not fit for
this kind of exchange. So, when it ended, I was shattered, but it was all for the
better…or so we thought.
The Ground Rules
were rewritten, and then bent. We lied to ourselves. We told ourselves we could
handle this. Not a single one of us realized just how big this was...just how
devastating it could become.
And now, there
are no Rules.
Lust…
infatuation…blinds you. It can tear everything apart. But sometimes, life needs
to be completely torn apart before it can be mended – not just cracked at the
edges, but utterly shattered, before you can truly see the mess you’ve become.
I love them both,
but I can’t have them both. While one pulls me in, the other pushes me away.
And when both eventually open their hearts, I must make the hardest decision of
my life.
And now there are
no Rules. We are Undone.
Gabe
buries his empty bottle of beer in the sand. And he studies me. His gaze
lingers on me for what seems like an eternity. “Where have you been this
weekend, Ella?”
I
look up at him, not able to say a word.
“You
seem distracted…distant. Are you not having a good time?”
I
smile at him. “I am. It’s been the best trip.”
“It’s
been great,” he agrees, looking up at the dark sky. And then he turns to me
with a playful smile. “But I think it’s been missing a little something.”
I
can’t help but smile. I know exactly what he’s saying.
He
sits up and pulls off his fleece throw. “You think you have room on that chair
of yours?”
I
smile at him. “I don’t know…you’re a pretty big guy.”
He
laughs. “I think you can make room,” he says with a wicked smile. “I think you want to make room.”
“Oh
do I, now?”
He
bites his lip. “Oh, you do,” he says as he stands and joins me under the purple
blanket. The warmth of his body against mine feels amazing. I hadn’t realized
how cold I was.
“Much
better,” he says, his eyes glued to mine.
“Much
better.”
Suddenly
I find myself speechless. It’s so wonderful being close to him like this again.
I try to forget about everything else. I just want to enjoy being next to him.
He shoots me a playful grin – the kind of smile that says it all. Unsuspecting,
he’s so carefree, so happy and it absolutely tears me apart. Maybe just
tonight, I can pretend it’s just us two, like it used to be. I can let go of
everything else and give him the fun wife he’s known forever. I don’t need to
drag him down with me just yet.
I
want him to kiss me. We haven’t kissed in ages. We haven’t touched each other
in forever. I crave him, and I’m sure he craves me just as much.
He
leans in and presses his mouth against mine. His kiss is soft and warm, and
perfect. I trail my finger along the rough scruff on his face. I relish the
feel of his tongue on mine. This is the kind of kiss which is really hard to
stop. I get lost in it and savor it a little longer.
And
when the sensation of his kiss travels to my sex, I finally manage to pull
away. “You…better be careful…kissing me like that,” I warn him, the words
caught between ragged breaths. “That kind of kiss usually leads places.”
His
smile is playful. “That’s exactly the point.”
I
smile a nervous grin. “We can’t…here…they can see us. Everyone can see us.”
“It’s
pitch dark,” he whispers against my ear. “No one can see.”
The
feel of his warm hand on the inside of my thigh is very distracting. “I don’t
think…” I can’t really see us having sex here and now. Because I know the way I
feel. Despite the crushing guilt, my body desperately wants him, craves his
familiar touch. I’d lose control – I just know it. And people might definitely see that.
Mom,
writer, book junkie, doodle addict and hopeless romantic. I have been writing
for over ten years, finding my passion for romance in 2008. When I'm not
spending time with my family, I enjoy reading, painting, and writing - there is
nothing I enjoy more than sitting down at my laptop and making up my own
stories - and if those stories should include beautiful men, a little romance,
and a few steamy scenes, all the better!
I
write contemporary and erotic romance under the pen name Roya Carmen.
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