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Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Dani-

She looked so peaceful, nuzzled into my chest and I felt her leg thrown over mine.

Flashes from the night before started surfacing.

I cut her off after she was noticeably buzzed, but continued drinking.

While laughing at the movie she playfully fell over into my lap, and I started stroking her hair.

After a sassy remark I started to tickle her, and she moved to the other side of the couch.

Eventually I showed mercy, then just stared down into her beautiful, brilliantly blue eyes, admiring her pale complexion, and rich dark hair.

She was undeniably, and absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.

I leaned down to touch my lips to hers.

Pulling away she looked up at me, and I noticed the smallest tremble of her lower lip.

‘I'm sorry, if that wasn't ok.’

She looked like she was pulled from a peaceful place.

Brooke: ‘No, no it is ok, isn't it?’

She looked hopeful, so I laid my body on hers and began the first of several amazing experiences we shared.

Amazing, but stupid, and wrong.

I let myself hold on, for just a few minutes, knowing what I had to do.

I had to go back to the hard ass bitch she met the first day, go back to not wanting to just cuddle and kiss her.

She was incredibly sexy, and a damn good fuck, but there was something more beautiful about her actions, as opposed to her stunning body.

The way she grinned when she made me laugh, or even I would kiss her forehead.

The way she seemed so comforted by the smallest things.

Scratching her back.

Playing with her hair, or tucking some behind her ear.

Me simply holding her.

I hated how much I enjoyed it.

I'm not crazy enough to claim I fell in love during a tequila hookup, but I can't remember the last time I felt so connected to someone.

Hating what I had to do I decided to get it over with.

Gently, I started to shake her.

She grunted, and rubbed her face around on my bare chest.

I hated how fucking adorable it is.

‘Brooke, I need you to wake up pretty girl.’

I shouldn't have called her that.

She started to wake and looked up at me with a mix of hope, and fear.

‘Brooke, I am so sorry about last night. Are you ok?’

She seemed very disappointed and sat up.

Brooke: ‘I'm ok, I'm, I'm sorry...’

‘You don't need to be, at all, this was on me. I kissed you, I drank too much, this is my mistake, my very, very, inappropriate mistake. I'm in no way pressuring you into ignoring this, if you feel like you need to see HR about this I will absolutely take responsibility, but if you'd like to say what happened here stays here, so it can't affect our work, I'm perfectly willing to do that.’

Brooke: ‘It never happened, I'll go to my room, our flight isn't until this afternoon.’

She looked around then just took a pillow and held it in front of her nude body, backing out of the room hanging her head.

I rolled to find at least I tried thinking something through last night, and reach for one of the many bottles of water.

Every part of me wanted to go to her room and ask that she forget what I had said.

It really wasn't about the sex, as amazing as that was, it was about everything else, even if I couldn't remember some details, I remember how I felt.

I find the robe from the bathroom and grab another bottle of water before going to her room.

I knock on the door and my heart breaks.

Brooke: ‘Pla-please don't.’

She was noticeably crying, so I opened the door anyway.

She rolled over and looked at me terrified, squeezing a stuffed frog.

I was slightly confused, but I went with my instincts and laid down beside her, opening my arms.

She practically dove onto me, crying harder.

I rubbed her back until the crying slowed.

‘That's a cute frog you have there.’

Brooke: ‘Thank you.’

She said quietly and sniffled.

‘Does it have a name?’

She nodded.

‘What is it?’

Brooke: ‘Robert, Robert Ribbit.’

The way she was acting, and speaking reminded me of a small child.

All I knew was, the tears soaking my robe, were because of me.

I made every single move, or at least all of the first ones, she definitely made her own moves.

That didn't matter now though, she was hurting, and I had to make it right.


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