And WARNING: Strong Sexual Content is in this chapter. You have been warned.
Okay, on to the story…)
If I know what love is,
It is because of you.
~ by Herman Hesse
It was Sunday and a beautiful London day swept over its inhabitants. There was barely a cloud in the sky, which wasn’t normal for England weather, and it was warm. It wasn’t overwhelmingly hot, but the type of warm weather that when you step out of your home, you can’t help but stand there and close your eyes, savoring how good and therapeutic it felt as the sun shined down upon you. The leaves on the trees rustled lazily in the light breeze, radiating a deep green. The flowers were busily being taken advantage of by harvesting bees, but their beauty overpowered everything. It was nearly the last day of summer before everything would eventually wither away into a shadow of their former selves until the following spring, but it was still a day of beautiful possibilites.
It was a day that warmed your soul. It was a day of opportunity.
Brian sat by Nick in the dining room, finishing up his late breakfast. They had finally gotten a chance to sleep in and they all took full advantage of it. The extra rest put not only Brian, but everyone else in a better mood. That and the beautiful day outside only raised their spirits.
They didn’t have a show to do that night, but there were other things to be done.
“So who wants to do the radio interview today?” Johnny Wright’s assistant, Michelle, asked from across the table. The four of the boys looked at each other, not saying anything.
“Well come on, throw me a bone here,” she pleaded.
AJ sighed, setting down his cup of coffee, “Hell, I’ll do it. Not like I have anything else to do.”
Howie then added to the conversation, “Is it optional?”
Michelle laughed, “Everything is optional. It’s just good press, but you guys are here for over a week doing shows, so it’s not like it’s going to be the only interview. So, yes Howie, it’s optional.”
“Well, Leigh is flying in today and I was sort of hoping to go sight seeing,” he said.
Michelle nodded, “That’s fine. Brian, Nick?”
Nick finished chewing the piece of bread he had in his mouth, shrugging with indifference, “I’ll do it.”
Michelle then turned and looked at Brian, waiting for him to answer. Brian cleared his throat, “I was hoping to get some song writing done today…”
“Alright, AJ and Nick it is. We’ll leave here in a half hour okay? And Nick, please don’t go scampering off.”
“I don’t scamper,” he scowled.
“Yes you do, and then I always have to have someone go and get you. It’s like having a child for God’s sake.”
AJ laughed and Nick shot him a dirty look, quieting AJ quickly, though when AJ turned his head a huge grin spread across his face once more. Brian couldn’t help but chuckle, taking another sip of his orange juice.
Michelle got up and left the room, a couple of assistants quickly following her. The dining room was left to the hotel’s other customers, the boys, and their security.
Howie turned to Brian, “Got some good ideas brewing?”
“I do. I’ve had inspiration lately,” Brian smiled to himself. He’d been meaning to sit down and pick up his guitar and just get lost in another world. He loved the entire music making process, especially when it was just him in a room, his guitar, a pen, and some paper. He hadn’t done it in awhile and he missed it, but the problem was the lack of motivation. He’d been so busy and with his problems with Leighanne, he just didn’t feel like he had the emotional capability of making something worth writing. But then Leslie came into his life, and her smile and her eyes became his muse. These past couple of weeks have left him dying to get back to writing and now he finally had the chance.
“From what?” he asked.
AJ looked at Brian intently, waiting for Brian’s reply. He had yet to talk to Brian about Leslie, and he was beginning to think he didn’t need to.
“Can’t say really,” he answered.
“Well, awesome. Can’t wait to see the new stuff,” Howie smiled.
Brian grinned goofily, “It’ll be the work of pure genius.”
Nick gagged and Brian reached over and slapped the back of his head.
“Son of a-“, Nick exclaimed, rubbing his head and turning to Brian, “What the hell was that for?”
“For being born,” Brian stuck his tongue out.
Nick retorted, “Your mom’s face was born!”
Howie and Brian laughed. Brian joked, “You couldn’t come up with anything better than that?”
AJ rolled his eyes, “I feel like Kevin for saying this, but we’re grown men and still act like a pack of young teenagers.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Brian asked, raising his eyebrows.
Nick turned to AJ, “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
AJ raised his hands, “I guess nothing, according to the resounding consensus.”
“Damn straight,” Nick said, snatching up AJ’s muffin and taking a bite out of it.
AJ reached over and smacked the back of Nick’s head, “I was gonna eat that!”
Nick groaned, holding his head, setting down the muffin. He tried to chew what he had in his mouth, “Bloody hell! Alright! I’m setting down some ground rules. Nick can only be slapped once during meal times.”
Brian laughed, clapping a hand on Nick’s back, “We don’t follow no stinkin’ rules.”
AJ laughed evilly and Nick smiled, “Neither do I, and I know where all of you sleep.”
“Is that a threat Carter?” AJ asked.
“You’re damn well right it is!”
AJ reached over and grabbed Nick, yanking him over to his seat, his head crooked in AJ’s arm. AJ started to drill his fist into Nick’s head and Nick exclaimed in protest, “The hair! Watch the hair!”
AJ laughed heartily and let go. Nick’s hands immediately found their way to his head, trying to fix his now crazed hair, “So immature.”
“I’m immature?” AJ asked in surprise, pointing to himself.
“You heard me,” he shot back.
“You forget who you’re dealing with little dude,” AJ retorted.
Brian sat back and watched AJ and Nick banter. It was always amusing to be around all the guys. He liked being able to see them everyday. It always brought him back to a time when they were just starting out and getting to know each other. Things seemed much easier back then, in all aspects of life, but when things got hard, he had these men to back him up and be there for him. Unfortunately, he was at a point in his life where he couldn’t turn to any of them, for the problem that surrounded him involved every one of them. For the first time in his life, he had no one.
Brian walked down the hallway towards his room. He sighed, wondering why Leslie hadn’t come down to eat earlier. He had looked forward to it. In fact, he always looked forward to seeing her. When he opened his eyes in the morning, what motivated him to get up and face the day was knowing that he would be able to see and talk with her. He had been especially excited to see her that day because he wanted to show her some lyrics he’d be working on. He valued her opinion and thought that maybe she’d be willing to work with him.
He was nearly to his door when he slowed his pace, hearing the sound of light music filling the hall. He stopped and listened more intently, a little confused at the unexpectedness of it. The entire floor was rented out for the boys and their entourage, and as far as he knew, no one that knew how to play a piano was up here, for everyone was out busy doing various activities. And so, out of curiosity, he moved towards the source of the sound. He knew immediately that it wasn’t music coming from the radio or a CD because it was purer than that. Someone was playing a piano.
He approached a door that was slightly open and looked up at the number, recognizing the room as both Nick and Leslie’s. He pushed open the door quietly and walked in, silently shutting it behind him. He stepped forward and noticed that the balcony doors were open, the sunlight illuminating the room completely. The white drapes danced in the light breeze.
The music was louder in here, as was expected. What he didn’t expect was Leslie sitting in front of the piano in the living room. She faced away from him, showing no sign that she had heard him enter. Her blonde locks were in messy waves, her highlights shining more brightly than usual. Her bronze skin looked soft underneath the babydoll dress she wore, decorated with light blue flowers. Her hands glided across the piano flawlessly and with purpose, and yet she looked so serene and calm.
He quietly and slowly moved against the wall to get a better view of her. She still had not noticed him and he didn’t care. He leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching her play. He was in utter astonishment at her talent. He had no idea that she could play the piano and was blown away at how expertly she did it. The music was incredibly beautiful and all he could do was stand there and take it in. He hadn’t even noticed the small smile that formed on his face.
Her fingers slowly came to a stop and Brian finally spoke up, though softly, “That was beautiful.”
Leslie quickly looked over at him, surprised to see him standing there, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The door was open,” he replied, moving towards the piano.
She didn’t move, but just sat on the bench, looking up at him, “Room service must have not closed it all the way.”
Silence enveloped them then, and Brian had to tear his eyes away from Leslie. She looked more beautiful today than usual. His stomach was in knots. He didn’t know it, but Leslie’s was too. Her heart had stopped in her chest when he had spoken, not only because she wasn’t expecting it, but because it was Brian. Just being near him caused her to lose control of her body and emotions. As she looked at him, she noticed how handsome he looked. As he tried to avoid staring, she couldn’t help but do just that.
“Where’s Nick?” she finally asked, trying to break the silence.
“He and AJ went to do an interview,” he explained. She nodded, not saying anything in return.
Brian sat next to her on the bench, lightly touching the piano keys with his fingertips. He could see Leslie out of the corner of his eye and breathed in, enjoying the scent of the perfume he had become so familiar with. He softly continued, “You never told me you could play the piano.”
She smiled warmly at him, her glossed lips brightening her smile. She replied with the same soft tone, “You never asked.”
“No, I guess I never have,” he said. “It was beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
“Did you write it?”
She shook her head, “No, I’m not that talented.”
“Have you ever written anything?”
“A few things, but I’ve never shown anyone before,” she said.
“Will you play something for me?” he asked softly.
She looked at him, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. His bright blues eyes bore into hers with such care and softness.
She hadn’t played the piano in years, but when they checked into the hotel and she had found the piano sitting in the corner, she couldn’t help but see if she could still recollect how to play. She was astonished to find that when her fingers touched the keys, all memory washed over her. It was like she had never stopped. As a girl, along with her dance lessons, her mom had encouraged her to learn the piano, dragging her to a tutor after dance. She played for over 12 years, but when she moved to LA and started getting gigs, she never had the time for it anymore, as much as she loved it.
It had been forever and a day since she had played in front of anyone and she had never played anything that she herself wrote. She would have been embarrassed under other circumstances, but with Brian sitting there beside her, she felt like nothing could go wrong. The comfort she felt was like none other she had experienced before. She felt like she could show all sides of her to him.
“Okay,” she finally said, smiling at him. He returned the smile, watching as she turned back to the keys. She had closed her eyes, thinking of which song she wanted to play for him, trying to picture the notes visually. She licked her lips and slowly opened her eyes, leaning forward slightly. She raised her hands and rested them gently on top of the keys, lightly pressing down on them as she began to play.
When the first notes hit his ears, he was blown away. He watched as she played, feeling a special calm wash over him. The notes were so incredibly pure and so innocent. As silly as it sounded, they touched his heart. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the notes swirling about him. They told a story. A beautiful, yet incredibly sad story, and he wasn’t shocked when he opened his eyes to see his vision blurred from tears.
Her fingers slid across the keys with such precision and care, and her facial features and her overall demeanor showed complete relaxation. Brian was in the same state. There was no way he couldn’t have been. The song she played flowed beautifully from one note to the next with such softness to them. It wasn’t overpowering, but it still overwhelmed his senses.
When the song reached its climax, goose bumps spread over him, but all he could do was stare at her, not blinking and not moving. He was transfixed. He took in a shaky breath, completely taken by the woman sitting next to him. She was more than he had ever imagined that she would end up being. He learned something so new and exciting everyday he was around her. She was more accomplished than any woman he had ever met, and the talent and love she had within her was inspiring. The lack of passion and vivacity in his life was shown all too clear to him then as her beauty and her sad song melded into him. He realized that she was what he was missing. He needed her, and she needed him just as much. She was his way of escaping a world that had somehow turned on him.
When the song finally ended, his heart sank in his chest. He yearned for it to continue on. He felt his heart ache when the last note faded into silence.
He sat there, overwhelmed with emotions and complete astonishment at what he had just heard and realized within himself. She took her hands slowly off the keys and rested them in her lap. She licked her lips and turned her head slightly to look at him for his reaction. He had been incredibly quiet throughout it all and he hadn’t moved an inch, something that she wasn’t accustomed to.
When she locked eyes with his, she was suddenly keenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest. She noticed his watery eyes and felt her entire body give way, melting right before him.
“You’re crying,” she said softly.
He shook his head, “Almost.”
She bit her lip and looked down, wondering how to take his reaction. She had never moved someone nearly to tears before in anything that she did. She didn’t know if she should take it as a compliment or not.
“Leslie,” Brian breathed out, his voice shaking. She looked up at him, surprised at the intensity and sadness in his eyes. “That was…”
“Bad? I know,” she said quietly, turning her head.
He raised his hand and gently turned her cheek so she was looking at him once more. He shook his head, “It was incredible.”
She stared at him in shock for a moment, “I wouldn’t say-“
“Leslie, there aren’t even words to describe what I just heard. You… I… I had no idea that you could play like that, and the fact that you wrote it… I’m just… I’m at a lost of words,” he shakily let out, looking at her with so much admiration.
She blushed slightly, looking down at her hands, “I didn’t expect you to say that.”
Brian reached over and grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it. She looked up at him once more, feeling her heart skip a beat at his piercing gaze.
He softly spoke, “I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“And I you,” she replied, her nerves beginning to overcome her.
This moment was the most intimate that had ever come to pass between them, without much physical interaction. The tension in the room was stifling and yet desired so much. She had never felt such intensity from someone by just being near them.
“If there was a stronger, more deserving word than beautiful, I would use it, but I don’t think such a word exists. But whatever that word is describes that song…”
Leslie blushed once more, flattered at his words and not knowing how to respond to them.
“And it describes you,” he quietly added.
She stopped, not expecting what he said. She opened her mouth to speak faintly, “Brian…”
Brian leaned in then, his lips tenderly pressing against hers. She stiffened momentarily, involuntarily wanting to push him back, but she relaxed as the softness and delicateness of his lips pierced through her. She found herself leaning into him, kissing him back. Their mouths opened then, as did another world they had yet to explore. Brian deepened the kiss, raising his right hand to cup her face, his fingers lacing through her soft hair.
Their lips felt liberated as their mouths and tongues intermingled with one another. Leslie found herself grow weak, where Brian felt stronger and more secure and comfortable than he ever had before. He felt remarkably alive.
The kiss started out slow and deliberate, but slowly became more passionate, the locked up feelings and tension built up from these past months finally releasing a torrent of hunger and pleasure. Leslie raised her hands and wrapped them around Brian’s neck, pulling herself to him as close as she could. He instinctively slid his hands around her waist, exploring his new found devotion.
She ran her hands through his curls, never parting her lips from his. She loved how gentle and caring his hands felt against her, but what she loved even more was how in just this one kiss, she had experienced a joy never before touched.
Silence enveloped the two figures on the bench as they got lost in each other’s touches, until Leslie pulled back, breathing heavier than usual, putting her hand to her mouth. Brian looked at her, licking his lips, and breathing just as heavy, astounded at what had just came to pass.
“Brian,” she shook her head, looking over at him sadly. She slid off the bench, standing up next to the piano. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, avoiding eye contact, unsure of what to do with herself. “We can’t-“
“Don’t,” Brian interrupted, sliding across the bench and standing up quickly, coming face to face with her. She made no move to step back but instead allowed him to pull her to him close, once again pressing his lips to hers. Though against her better judgment, she deepened the kiss, her hands roaming over his body. Her body relaxed into him, letting his strong arms hold her. He squeezed her gently, spinning her slowly so her back faced the front of the piano. He stepped forward, never parting from her lips and never weakening in holding her. He kicked at the bench and it screeched across the marble floor, giving him access to the piano. He pressed her up against the keys, and she instinctively pressed her hands on the surface of the piano to steady herself.
He bent down and cupped her bottom, raising her slightly and moving forward so she was slightly sitting on top of the keys, his body standing in between her spread legs. The piano banged loudly, the scattered notes filling the room. They both smiled against each other’s lips, and Leslie let out a giggle before getting lost in Brian’s mouth once again.
Brian raised his hand and fiddled with the strap of her dress, intertwining it between his fingers, running his fingertips delicately over her skin. He gently pushed the strap down her shoulder, exposing it completely, while simultaneously finding the zipper on her back, pulling it downward. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down her cheek to her neck, and from her neck to her shoulder, while pushing her dress further down her arm, exposing one of her breasts. She cocked her head back, closing her eyes as his lips and tongue made their trek over her skin and as his hand grazed her nipple, massaging her breast gently. She pulled him ever closer to her, moaning slightly.
As he kissed her neck and her exposed shoulder, his right hand made its way down her body and to her leg that rested against his side. He pushed her dress up her leg, exposing her thigh. He ran his fingers over her soft, supple skin, before moving his fingers upwards. When he felt the lacey fabric of her panties, he stopped and grabbed them, pulling them away from her skin and down her legs. He stepped back, allowing them to be pulled up and around her Candie’s high heels and discarded carelessly on the floor, before stepping forward once more, letting her legs close around him again.
He had noticed the small smirk on her face as he did this and it only encouraged him more. He found her lips again, softly moving them against hers. They were both growing frantic, the urges within them taking over their will and reason.
Her hands slid down his shirt and he quickly took a moment to shed it from his body. She took a few moments to run her hands over his well toned chest and muscular back before fiddling with the front of his jeans. He aided her and pushed forward, hiking up her dress impatiently.
Her hands slid into his boxer briefs and he gasped as her hand found and grabbed the one spot on his body that was throbbing painfully. He pulled back and looked at her as she touched him. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, smiling slyly. He smiled back at her, breathing heavily. He leaned in delicately, kissing her lightly, slowing down his frantic pace. When he had stopped to look at her, he had realized just how special this was. He wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible and it was obvious she did too, because she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pulled him to her, never parting.
They stayed this way, kissing one another, enjoying how each other felt, for as long as they both could stand. He eventually reached down his right hand and positioned himself, guiding himself up into her. She gasped loudly, her fingers suddenly digging into his back. Brian closed his eyes, overwhelmed by how warm and tight she felt around him. They both had stopped moving completely.
Brian breathed out, allowing time for Leslie to adjust to him. She glanced at him, her chest rising and falling deeply. She leaned in and kissed him again, and he used that as a sign to continue. He grabbed her legs and moved them a little higher up his sides. She held them there as he slid his hands around her back, steadying her, and thrust up into her again. They both moaned, though Leslie had done so more loudly.
They had spent hours upon hours fantasizing about this very moment, but neither one of them had expected it to feel like it did. They felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. Everything that they knew and worried about flew out the window. It was just them, right now, in each other’s arms, getting lost in one another’s pleasure.
Leslie clung to Brian as he thrust again, burying her head into his shoulder. He continued his strong and deliberate thrusts, both their moans filling the silent and empty room around them. The sun had risen higher now and had moved across the room, falling over their intertwined bodies. It warmed their already heated figures.
Brian kept at this speed, savoring how good she made him feel and letting her get as much out of it as he was. With each thrust he took, the deeper their moans became and the tighter they held onto each other.
Brian began to quicken his pace, thrusting harder into her. She yelled out in pleasure, cocking her head back towards the ceiling, “Oh God…”
“Leslie,” Brian groaned, her velvety walls causing an overflow of emotions to erupt within him. With each thrust, the piano keys banged loudly, different notes twanging, filling the room. She leaned back, her body succumbing to the mounting pleasure within her, unable to hold herself up anymore. Her high heels had one by one fallen from her feet and clacked to the ground with each thrust Brian performed, her toes curling in ecstasy. Brian leaned forward, never altering in his movements.
“Leslie,” he grunted, speaking in between breaths, “You feel…” He moaned deeply and loudly, her own moans filling his ears, “So good.”
Her fingertips dragged against his back, and with that and her continued deep moans resonating across the room, his excitement heightened to a new peak. He grabbed her and picked her up, moving away from the piano and towards the king sized bed placed behind them up on a landing. She clung to him, tightening her legs around his midsection. He quickly laid her down, shedding his jeans and boxers in the process. She used the opportunity to slide the dress off her body, throwing it to the side. He stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her naked form, his heart swelling at the sight of her. She was utter perfection.
He crawled up on the bed and over her, her legs wrapping around him once more. He entered her again, and she called out, closing her eyes. He kissed her lips, and then her eyelids before continuing on.
“Faster,” she breathed out. Without a second thought, he did just as she asked. Brian glided in and out of her, their moans once again filling the room.
“Brian,” she called out. “Oh, Brian!”
He continued to increase his pace, breathing harder by the second. Sweat glistened both their bodies and the bed creaked with each hard thrust.
He kissed her as often as he could in between his moans, trying his hardest to hold on as long as he could. He melted into her, not wanting this moment to ever end. He had waited and had dreamed of this very instance, and now that it had come, he was overcome with pure glee.
Their bodies moved in sync with one another. They were growing louder by the second and Brian transferred all the energy he could muster into her, pushing her to the brink of pure ecstasy. She had already climaxed, but he continued on, her pleasure mounting all over again. She couldn’t control herself. The noises erupting from her were involuntary, direct results of how good and perfect Brian felt within her and how quickly and smooth he glided in and out of her. He ravished her, knowing where to touch and kiss her as if they had been lovers for years.
Brian felt her walls tighten around him once more and she moaned loudly, clinging tightly to him. She yelled out and he thrust himself into her twice more before he stopped, emptying all his pent up devotion, admiration, and desire into her, letting her warmth envelop him. He collapsed on top of her, their chests heaving. She rested her hands in his hair, trying to catch her breath, shaking slightly.
They laid there that way for what seemed like hours, her legs still gently wrapped around him, though now relaxed and free of all tension. Their breathing steadied and he finally rolled off of her, looking up at the ceiling. They lied there for a few moments, not saying anything, the only sounds piercing the quietness of the room were their deep breaths.
She suddenly sat up, looking back at him. He stared back, seeing realization in her eyes of what they had just done.
He sat up, resting his hand on her lower back, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. She looked away, tears coming to her eyes.
“Leslie…” Brian said, rubbing her back. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what? Cry?” she asked, turning to him once more, tears brimming.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly.
She turned to him, her heart aching at his sincerity. She raised her hand to touch his cheek, “Don’t be. I was as much a part of it as you were.”
He leaned in and gently kissed her once more. She kissed back, but then pulled away, stopping it before it went further once more, speaking the one name he dreaded, “Nick.”
Brian stopped, his heart sinking in his chest at that word. He looked down, “I know.”
She quickly moved forward, pressing her lips to his. He could taste the saltiness from her tears. She pulled back, “I want you, but I can’t have you. We can’t do this.”
She slid off the bed, quickly grabbing her dress to somewhat shield herself.
“Leslie, wait,” he called out sadly, watching as she made her way to the bathroom.
She turned, her hair flipping over her shoulder, cascading down her back. She looked so incredibly beautiful, and he had to remind himself to take a breath. She was like a dream.
Their passionate and long awaited moment had fleeted and her bare standing figure by the door cemented this fact. Her eyes carried so much sadness and longing in them.
“You have to go,” she said, tears still falling from her eyes silently.
She went into the bathroom then and closed the door. Brian sat there on the bed, his head falling into his hands. It took all the energy he had left in him not to cry.
He slid off the bed and began to gather his things, slipping on his clothes as he found them. He looked at the piano, his heart aching in his chest, hearing the faint remnants of their love making, their intermingled moans echoing in his ears.
As he made his way to the front door, he turned and looked at the bathroom. He stepped forward, pressing his forehead against the wood of the door. He closed his eyes, relishing how cool it felt against his skin. He raised his hands and flattened his palms against the door, wanting so much to touch the girl on the other side.
“I want you too Leslie,” he said softly. He hesitated before his next sentence, “I know this was unexpected, but it felt right didn’t it?”
Leslie was sitting on the other side of the door, her legs hugged to herself. She rested her head on her knees, closing her eyes at the sound of Brian’s voice. She couldn’t bring herself to respond, though if she had, she would have agreed with him. It did feel right.
“I can’t say that this wasn’t a one time thing, and I don’t want it to be,” his muffled voice came through. She rolled her head up, resting it back against the door. She looked up at the ceiling, swallowing hard, a few tears still escaping.
“I’ve never gotten lost in someone like I did you. I felt whole Leslie and I think you did too. I think there’s something here, as crazy as that sounds. Something more than just a stupid crush. You made me feel so alive just now… just being with you…”
He heard no response and looked down at the floor, his hands still touching the door, “I know we tried to avoid this, but it happened. And I’m glad, as horrible as that sounds. You showed me what I’ve been missing; passion and life. I escaped everything this chaotic world brings by making love to you. By kissing your sweet lips…”
He paused and Leslie’s heart skipped as he continued, hearing the truth in his words, “And I think you did too.”
Brian sighed when she wasn’t responding. He licked his lips, moving away from the door slightly.
“I’m just saying that this doesn’t have to be the end,” he said quietly. “So if you decide that you’re not willing to let go of this, I’ll be here, waiting.”
He hesitated, waiting to see if she would answer. When he heard nothing, he turned and walked out the door, quietly shutting it behind him.
She heard the door click shut and she buried her head in her hands, crying. What had she done? She had just done something so wrong and so incredibly selfish, but yet she felt like she was on top of the world. She had never felt anything like she did when she was with Brian. She didn’t even know those types of feelings existed. They were the type that you only heard in fairytales and love stories, but never truly believed in. As much as she hated to admit it, she felt more alive with Brian than she ever had before.
But then there was Nick. A loving and good man, who adored her. She couldn’t leave him, not now. She cared for him still, and besides, Brian was with Leighanne. He was getting married to Leighanne.
An already complicated situation just got worse, so what was supposed to come out of it?
Hurt? Pain? Anger? Betrayal? Maybe even love?
Leslie closed her eyes, her lips still tingling from his, her body still warm from their erotic embrace. She could still feel him, loving how safe and comfortable it felt. She sat there, flashes of their heated bodies appearing before her eyes, and with that she sat, thinking of Brian’s offer, and wondering what her decision would be.
