I sighed, closing my eyes, and prayed that I was doing the right thing. He pulled me in his arms. It should have felt wrong-I should have pushed him back. Instead, my arms went around his neck, and he breathed in my scent, holding me close. Laying me down he quickly pulled his jeans and shirt off, leaving himself just in his boxer briefs. God, he was gorgeous, I couldn’t believe that he was here wanting me, pulling me close to his body it felt so right to be in his arms; yet so wrong at the same time. Once we were both in bed, I laid my head on his chest, cuddling close to him.
"Sorry for snapping at you," I murmured.
"It's fine; I guess I deserved it," he mumbled back, running his fingers through my hair.
"What do we do now?" I questioned.
"We can talk tomorrow. For now, let's get som
