A/N: I can't apologize enough for the delay. It's been too long guys. I'm so fucking sorry. What's worse is that I don't even have a proper excuse other than sheer laziness. I don't know if many of you still read this, but to those who do, thank you so fucking much. To be honest, I don't deserve all the amazing reviews I get. So thank you guys for being patient with me. Love you all.
To make up for the delay, I have a pretty pleasant surprise for you all that I think you'll love. So carry on reading:)
~Anna~
Chapter 10
Gwen's POV-
I woke up with the most throbbing headache I've ever experienced in my entire life. Ugh, my head fucking ached! I can't even think straight without my mind this close to blowing up. How did I get this anyways?
Oh yeah...last night...
Drinking so shamelessly was probably not the best idea in the world.
Well, no shit Sherlock.
I breathed in deeply and realised that I was lying on my side in a bed that was most definitely not mine. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around, trying my best to remember last night. The furthest I could think back was up to where I had, rather idiotically, challenged Courtney into a drinking game. If I tried to think any further back, my head would most likely detonate.
The room was definitely a guys' room. How do I know this? Well, the interior was green and black and the walls were covered in perverted images of famous women, of course. EW... There were half naked pictured of; Megan Fox, Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Miley Cyrus and...Is that...Emma Watson?
Well, fuck. There goes my childhood love and respect for the Harry Potter trilogies.
Other than the disgusting wall of porn, the room was filled with a 70 inch plasma TV and the floor were scattered with countless video games. I mean, there might've been, like, 100 games; Grand Theft Auto, Halo, Call of Duty, FIFA, Rock Band, and more.
Alright, so this was definitely a teenage guy's room.
I closed my eyes and shifted my body a bit making the bed creak. A soft moan came from behind me and my eyes snapped open.
Oh shit.
I should've known I wouldn't be alone in a bed after a drunken night. I budged slowly this time, turning my body 180 degrees so I could see who I was sleeping with. Well, surprise, surprise.
Duncan.
Fuckfuckfuckshitfuckfuckfuckshitfuckfuckfuckityfuc kyshit!
PLEASE tell me what I think happened didn't actually happen!
I looked down at myself to see me clad in only my bra and panties; and Duncan was fucking shirtless.
Oh no.
I pulled the duvet up and covered as much as I can of my exposed skin. What am I doing? What happened last night? Why is it such a blur? I squeezed my eyes shut in agony, moaning quietly, as my head throbbed even more from the pain of thinking too much.
Duncan roused in his sleep with another groan, louder this times. A smile plastered over his face though he was still unconscious. Suddenly, I felt something poke at me lower stomach.
Why the hell was Duncan poking me in the stomach?
My eyebrows creased confusion. Then I realised that his hands weren't the one poking my stomach. My eyes widened in utter astonishment and horror.
Is that his...?
Oh fuck, it is...
Holy motherfucking shit!
I need to get out of here. FAST. I twisted my body away from Duncan's comatose body, making my way to get out quickly, much to Duncan's displeasure.
His strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against him. I felt it pressed tightly against my ass and groaned involuntarily. His lips were right at the nape of my neck and I could feel him breathing softly. I closed my eyes at the sensation.
"Gwen..." he murmured.
Oh no. Time to go.
I crept out of bed slowly, wrestling Duncan's arm away from my hips. My clothes were placed neatly on the bedside table. I got dressed as soon as possible, not bothering to comb my hair, use the bathroom or make myself look presentable. My headache was getting worse. I needed to have an aspirin immediately when I got home. Grabbing my phone, I ran for the door.
Another groan and a stir halted my movements.
"Gwen...?"
I turned around to see Duncan, shifting in his bed, half-conscious. I ran quietly to the bed and grabbed my pillow, placing it in the position where I was lying a few minutes ago.
"I'm here, baby. Shh..." I whispered and soothed. He hummed in acknowledgment; smiling and cuddling up to the pillow that he thought was me.
I smiled gently and tiptoed back to the door and out of his house. My smile soon dropped when reality hit me of exactly what happened last night.
I had sex with Duncan.
::A Few Hours Later::
Duncan's POV-
I woke up from the best sleep of my night.
Having sex with hot girls was one thing. But sleeping with a gorgeous Gwen in my arms was something completely different. And by different, I meant fucking amazing.
However, something felt wrong. Gwen wasn't moving; or breathing, for that matter. I opened one of my sleepy eyes to find a pillow. A fucking pillow.
I sat up groggily on my bed and stretched out my arms with a big yawn. I looked to my left at the clock on my bedside table and saw that it was already 2:45pm.
Damn, I haven't slept this late since...ever. But fuck if it wasn't worth it.
I removed the covers off my lap and was immediately greeted with mini-dunkie. Hmm, looks like he decided to pay me a visit this morning. Hah, like every other morning. But fuck, having Gwen this close to me while looking so fucking beautiful, it didn't really surprise me.
I need a shower; a cold, long, relaxing shower.
::20 Minutes Later::
Well, that went well.
After jacking off like a fucking piranha in the shower, I quickly got changed into a pair of sweats and a loose tee. I'm hoping that Geoff told all the people from last night's party to get the fuck outta the house before things got insurmountable.
Once I'm done fixing my hair, I finally get out of my room and make my way downstairs. My eyeballs nearly bug out of my eye sockets when I see what's waiting for me.
The large foyer was full of junk, litter, empty bottles of vodka and various different types of illegal drugs. To make things 100 times worse, in between all the garbage were my parents.
"Duncan Ethan Mason Carter!"
Fuck.
"What is all this?!" my father shouted at me.
"I...uhm..." I stuttered as I took extra slow steps down the stairs. "I have no idea..."
"You have no idea?! So you're telling me that you have absolutely NO clue what happened here?!" my father continued. I looked to my mother for help but all I got was a stern shake of the head and a pointed glare.
I looked back to my father. "Dad, it was just a small party."
Bullshit.
"Bullshit!" my father shouted once again, reading my mind like no one else could. Maybe except my mother.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. But it was nothing serious—" I rolled my eyes but stopped my sentence short when I saw what was in my father's hand. A bag of pot. "That's not mine!" I denied immediately.
My mother gasped in horror. "Duncan! Don't tell me you're doing drugs behind our back!"
"No! No! No! That's not mine! Some people were smoking it last night! I didn't even know until now!" I said, truthfully.
Having strict parents that were both cops was a really tough job. They knew everything about everyone. So lying to them wasn't even a valid option.
"Ma, you have to believe me! It's not mine!" I looked to my mother and furrowed my eyebrows. She kept eye contact with me for a few seconds, judging on whether I was lying or not. Her stern look softened a bit after a while.
She sighed and looked to my dad. "Let it go, Arthur. The boy is telling the truth."
"But he can't get away with doing something like that while we're out of town! That's just ridiculous!" my father protested.
"Oh don't you worry, he won't," she said to him before looking to me, "Duncan, as your punishment, you will have to clean all this mess up. All. By. Yourself."
"WHAT?" my eyes bulged out.
"Oh yes, sweetie," she said with a sadistic smile.
"But Ma—"
"It's better than getting grounded, isn't it? Or we could arrest you for doing illegal drug," Dad said.
"But you know I didn't do the drugs!"
"You know that. We know that. The head of the department don't," Ma winked.
I gaped in horror. "You wouldn't!"
"Honey, I think we both know that I would."
I snarled. My parents can be so evil at times. I guess I know where I got the genes from. Arguing with them was pointless. They'd win the battle anyways. So I silently huffed and began to clean up.
::5 Hours Later::
After a whole 3 hours of cleaning and a long nap, I lay unconscious on my foyer couch. I was still half asleep when I heard rustling of keys and the front door being opened. I decide to let it slide and sleep for a few more minutes.
I stirred when I felt something on my lower stomach. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Gwen, dressed shamelessly in her bra and underwear, straddling me.
"Gwen...?" I sat up slightly so I could see her better.
"Hey, honey," she purred.
Honey?
What the fuck?
"Uh...hey...what are you doing here?" I asked suspiciously.
She leaned over and stroked my chest softly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, Duncan. I...I realised today that I really, really, really want you. I can't stay away from you anymore."
She kissed up my neck as she spoke those words and my eyes fluttered close.
"Gwen..." I grunted. "Wh-Why are you...wearing that?" I asked.
She pulled back slightly and looked at me with hooded eyes. I opened my own eyes as she spoke. "I wanted to thank you properly for what you did last night."
Her lips found mine in a fiery kiss that dissolved every bone in my body. It was soft and passionate but hard and urgent at the same time; and I just couldn't get enough of it.
Gwen pushed me backwards as our tongues connected like magnets; swirling, twisting, and savouring each others' taste like this was the last of it. Her hips grinded down on mine and gyrated with the rhythm of our lips.
My hands were safely on her hips as her hands found mine and moved them up. "Duncan..." she panted in my mouth. "Touch me."
Oh fuck.
"Gwen...I can't...I shouldn't..."
"Duncan, I want you. All of you."
That's all I needed. My hands moved up her back and to the clasp of her bra. Her lips and tongue moved down my throat and to my Adam's apple, where she sucked greedily, earning a loud groan of pleasure from me. As I was about to unclasp it—
"Baby u light up mah weed like no otha B!tch! The way dat you shake dat ass makes me glad as sh!t!"
What the fuck? Is that One Direction?
"U don' know-oh-oh. U don' know dat you're a hoe-oh-oh. And that's what makes u such a hoe!"
I woke up with a jolt as my phone started ringing again.
Fuck, it was just a dream.
I groaned before reaching for my phone across the other side of the couch and answering.
"Mmm, hello?" I asked, still dazed for the powernap.
"Hello, snookums!" answered a high pitched voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Whatchu want, Geoff?" I huffed.
"Ahahah, how'd you know it was me?"
"Well, it doesn't take a genius. Now, what do you want?" I asked again, more sternly. He's not getting kindness after he ruined my dream.
"Geez, who pooped in your cereal?"
"Geoff." I warned with a firm tone.
"Alright, alright! I was just callin' to ask how it went last night," he spoke and I could almost picture the smirk on his face.
"It didn't." I mumbled.
"What?"
"You hear me. It. Didn't."
"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! YOU MESSED UP ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY?! WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" he rambled on, shouting each word so loudly that I flinched right out of my sleepy haze.
"Listen, man, it wasn't like that. I just—"
"Today is your last day, man. Don't get me wrong. I want the money. I'm just trying to help you out."
"Geoff, listen. I—"
"Sorry, bro. Gotta go. Talk to ya later."
"Geoff!"
"BYE!"
BEEP.
Fucking A.
The bastard just hung up on me.
Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? As much as I hate to admit it, the guy is right. This is my last day to get Gwen into bed with me or I lose the bet. This was my last chance.
But, somehow, things are different now. I don't know how or when it happened, but it's not the same. I feel like Gwen is more than just a one night stand. Don't get me wrong, sleeping with her sounds pretty fucking awesome.
But...I don't know...It's just different...
What the fuck? Man up, Duncan! You sound like a fucking pussy!
I took a deep breath. I needed to get Gwen into my bed.
Tonight.
After getting up and stretching, I found a yellow sticky note plastered on my chest. Confused, I peeled it off and read it out loud to myself.
Dunkie
Your father and I have an emergency case that needs to be dealt with. So we are flying to Washington tonight. We'll be home tomorrow morning. You have the house to yourself.
NO WILD PARTIES
I made beef lasagne in the fridge. Pre-heat it and have it for dinner please.
Love, Ma
I groaned.
Great. Why am I not surprised? Mom and Dad barely had time for me anyways. It's not like it was unexpected.
Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialled Gwen's number in it. Hesitantly, I pressed 'call' and held the phone to my ear as it rang. After 3 rings, her sweet voice floated through my ears.
"Hello?" she answered and I inwardly sighed.
"Hey, Gwen...It's me...Duncan..." I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. Well, what do you expect? She told me some personal stuff last night when she was drunk. I don't know if she even remembers.
"Duncan!" she seemed alert at once. "Uhm...Hi! Wh...What's up?"
"Nothing...I just...I just wanted to ask if you wanna hang out, maybe?" I asked. Stupid stupid stupid!
"Sounds fun...Where, though?"
"Hmm," I thought for a brief moment, "Well, there's this park right next to my house. We could go there?"
The line was quite for a beat or two before she spoke again. "The park...Like...now? At this time?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Duncan, it's 8pm," she noted like I wasn't aware already.
"Yeah, I know. So?"
"Isn't the park closed?"
Well, duh.
"Well, duh. We'll just break in. No one will be there. We can have the whole park to ourselves." My face lit up at the sheer idea of spending quality alone time with Gwen. And this time, not in a dirty and perverted way.
Dude, what is wrong with me?!
The line went silent again as Gwen thought about the idea. I waited in anticipation before she broke the stillness. "Okay."
"Okay?" I asked in disbelief.
"Okay." She confirmed. "Besides, I need to talk to you about some stuff..."
My eyes widened. "What stuff?" I enquired.
"I'll tell you at the park. Is it Gores brook park?"
"Um, yeah. I'll meet you there."
"Okay, bye..."
"Bye..."
We hung up at the same time.
::Later At The Park::
After changing into a pair of dark washed jeans, a band t shirt, brand new Jordans and a leather jacket, I literally raced out of the house and towards the park. Just as I reached the corner, I got a text.
G: Hey. At the park. Wher r u?
Without stopping walking, I quickly texted her back.
D: Turning round the corner. B ther in 1 min.
Gores Brook Park was a fairly small playground right beside my house, so there wasn't that much walking involved. There are yellow and green gates surrounding it. Inside, there are swing sets, slides, seesaws, and a mini roof tower. Basically, an 8 year old child's dream.
As I walked closer to the park, the only thing I could see was darkness. I got my iPhone out and opened up the torch app, holding it in front of me so I could see the way. Right in the distance, I could barely make out a small figure.
When I walked closer, my suspicion was confirmed when I saw Gwen's petit form. She was in her casual blue jeans, a black tank top, white cardigan and a pair of cute brown boots. She looked adorable. The only way Gwen could look.
I walked up to her, with a smile on my face, until she was arms distance away from me. She, also, greeted me with a smile. Although, something was off about her. Her smile seemed more hesitant and distant rather than heart-warming.
"Hey..." she murmured.
"Hi," I couldn't help but smile.
"Hi," she replied lamely.
"Hey," I grinned.
We stood there awkwardly for a few moments, not making any eye contact. Gwen was frowning, probably lost in her own thoughts. She seemed so tense, I felt like I should make her more comfortable.
"Hey," I took her hand in my own, "What's wrong?" I smiled sadly.
Her body loosened up a bit and she smiled back. "I don't know," she shrugged.
I shook my head and laughed quietly.
"C'mon. Let's get in," I motioned toward the park gate, which was locked.
She eyed the gate carefully for a few seconds before turning back to me. "Do you...have the key or something?" she asked.
I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. She obviously understood because she shook her head and laughed.
"Of course not," she said and rolled her eyes. "So I'm guessing we're climbing over?"
"Yup. Come on, I'll give you a boost." We walked towards the gate until we were standing in front of it.
"Good thing I wore my flat boots," she laughed and grabbed onto the top of the gate as I effortlessly lifted her by the hips, giving me a nice view of her as—
Stop it!
"Wow, you're really light," I quickly distracted myself by looking away from her butt. I heard her laugh as she sat on top of the gate.
"I'm impressed. You didn't ogle my ass." She smirked and gave me a hand up the fence. I jumped off first and helped her down; this time, making sure to catch her.
"I know, I'm quite impressed myself." I laughed along with her.
She looked at me, then at the park, and back at me again. A devious grin took over her face.
"Race you to the swing!" she yelled before running off, me chasing after her.
She squealed and quickly sat on the swing. I stood behind her, pushing and swinging her forwards and back. She took a deep breath.
"You know, it's actually quite nice here," she sighed.
"I know."
"Duncan...?" she said my name as more of a question.
"Hmm?" I hummed in response.
"I was...meaning to talk to you about something..." I noticed that her body had once again tensed.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's about...last night..." now I had tensed. Does she remember what we talked about last night? Does she remember what she told me?
"What about last night?"
"Look...I don't remember much of last night. But...when I woke up...in my bra and panties...is wasn't really hard to guess." Wait what? "I didn't want that to be our first time, where I didn't remember any of it. I don't usually do that. Ya know? Drink too much and sleep with guys that I can't remember in the morning. That...that's not me! I don't even know why I drank so much. It was an awful idea. And...And I know that...that it probably didn't mean alot to you but...I...I just..." she rambled on and on tentatively.
I stopped my movements on the swing and held it in place, moving in front of her and kneeling down so we were face to face.
"Gwen...what do you think happened last night?" I asked, grasping both her hands in mine.
"We...We...had sex?" she phrased it as a question.
I shook my head frantically.
"Nonononononono! That's not at all what happened!" I denied truthfully.
"It's not?" she cocked her head to the side in adorable confusion.
I shook my head again.
"You drunk alot last night. Like...alot. So I took you to my room and...Yeah...we made out and stuff. But I assure you, that's all that happened. We went to sleep together and you were sweating in the middle of the night. So, I kinda took your jeans and shirt off...you know? To make you more comfortable? And then you went to sleep." I purposely didn't mention the whole sentimental talk because I don't think she remembers it herself. Maybe I'd bring it up later...
"Oh," was her genius answer. "So...we didn't have sex?"
"Nope."
"Good," she smiled.
I mocked a shock face. "What? You don't wanna get down and dirty with me?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively as she laughed.
She placed her hands on my cheeks before leaning down and pressing her lips to mine in a tender, chaste kiss. It only lasted for 3 blissful seconds before we both pulled away and smiled.
My smile turned more devious.
"Race you to the roof tower!"
::Few Minutes Later::
We lay there side by side on top of the roof of the tower, watching over at the sky.
"Stars are pretty tonight," she sighed.
"Hmm...do you have any idea how cliché this whole thing is?" I chuckled as she shoved my shoulder.
"Shut up. We barely get to see any stars around here. This is a special moment." She smiled.
"You're right," I laced my fingers through hers, "It is a special moment."
She laughed out loud.
"What were you saying about cliché?" she asked mockingly.
I rolled my eyes and stared up at the stars. That's how we spent the next few minutes; in comfortable silence, gazing at the sky. Once in a while, she'd point out a few constellations, I'd argue with her, and we'd share a few innocent kisses. It's nothing I've ever done before; and it's amazing.
"I remember, I used to come here with my mom when I was little," I said out of nowhere, breaking our silence.
"Yeah?"
"Mmhhmm. She'd bring me here and we'd just play around. We'd look at the stars too." I sighed, remembering old memories.
"Tell me about her," she requested softly, still staring at the sky.
"My mom?" She nodded. "She's gorgeous; sunny blonde hair, tall and slender, kind. She has my eyes, blue ones—"
"Teal," she cut me off. "Your eyes are teal."
I couldn't help the stupid grin that took over my face. She's noticed my eyes?
"Teal ones," I smiled. "Her name is Grace. She's a private investigator/undercover cop."
"Sounds pretty awesome."
"Not really. It means she goes away alot. Ma and I have this special bond. She knows me more than any woman ever has. It like she can read me. I love her so much. I think she's the only person that brings out my inner mushy, gooey, soft side." I smiled.
"And what about your dad?"
My smile slowly faltered.
"Dad is cool." I answered simply.
"Dad is cool? Really? All those nice stuff about your mom, and just that about your dad?" she asked.
"There's nothing much to say about dad, really. We haven't had that much of a connection. I know he loves ma. But when it comes to me, he's always the strict father. You know something? He's never once told me that he loves me...and I'm his only son." I sighed.
"Never?" she gasped, turning her head to the side to face me as I did the same.
I looked at her broken face. "Ever."
Gwen was wearing the saddest smile I've ever seen. Like she knew what I felt.
"So," I said, changing the subject. "Tell me about your parents."
Her frown got deeper as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them back up again, it was filled with pain and sorrow. It broke me. She looked back up at the sky when she spoke again.
"I've never seen my parents," she said softly, more to herself.
"What?"
"When I was born, I guess my mom left me. Apparently, according to aunt Saphy, I was left at the steps of her church one night," she let out a sad laugh, "And when she saw me, she adopted me."
"I'm sorry... LeShawna did mention that..." I frowned at her, still staring at her expressionless face.
"Yeah well...that's life. It's a bitch." I could see her getting more emotional. I need to change the subject.
"Tell me something." I demanded with a big smiled.
"Tell you what?" she grinned back.
"Something no one else knows." I said, rolling on top of her, my hands at the side of her head, my fingers still laced through hers.
"Hmm..." she thought for a minute. "When I was little, I had a major crush on Harry Potter."
"What?" I laughed.
"Mmhhmm," she said, joining me. "I was a major Harry Potter fan! I was like...obsessed. But then all my childhood innocence was RUINED thanks to you!" she pouted.
"Me?!" I gasped. "What did I do?!"
"Oh, what did you do?! You put a pornographic poster of Hermione on your bedroom wall, that's what you did!" she fought against me but I pinned her down.
"Who's Hermione?" I asked puzzled.
"Emma Watson!"
"Oh yeah, she's a babe." I winked at her. Her growl made me laugh harder.
She rolled on top of me and straddled me. "Your turn," she smiled. "Tell me something about you that no one knows."
"Hmm..." I thought hard. It was hard to think with her sitting on me like that. "I'm surprisingly good at cooking..." I murmured and covered my face with my hands.
Gwen laughed loudly. "Cooking?! You like cooking?!" she laughed harder and moved my hands from my face.
"I said that I'm good at cooking. I didn't say I liked it." I glared at her.
"Wow, the badass Duncan likes cooking!" she laughed.
"You tell anyone and you're dead." I said sternly.
She leaned to me. "You couldn't hurt me even if you tried." She taunted.
I sighed. "Yeah, you're right."
Just then, her phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered. I looked at her as she waited for the person to answer. I couldn't hear the other side of the line. "Oh hey, LeShawna..."
I smirked.
"Yeah...I'm at the park...yes, I'm with Duncan...uh huh..." I rolled us over and pinned her again as she squealed. "Eee! Ahaha! Huh? Oh, yeah..." I tickled her sides, causing her to laugh into the phone. "AHAHAH! What? Oh-HAHA-yeah, I'll be home...Yes I- STOP IT! –yes...okay...AHH! BYE LeShawna GOTTA GO!" she hung up and laughed freely.
"You idiot!" she said between laughs as I laughed into her neck.
"So? What did LeShawna want?" I asked as we both calmed down.
She sighed. "It's late. I gotta go home."
"It's not that late." I complained.
"Duncan," she said as she played with my mowhawk. "It's 11pm."
"Shit..."
"Yeah. Now get off me so we can go home." She tried to push me off but I pulled her closer, tightening my arms around her waist and burying my face into her neck.
"Noo...don't go," I whined and kissed all over her neck.
"Duncan," she whimpered. "As much as I'd love to stay, I really have to go."
"No!" I bit down on her neck.
She squealed and giggled. "Stop it!" and pushed me off.
"Fiiine, but I'm walking you home."
::On Their Way Home::
Gwen's POV-
We walked down the block, holding hands and having endless conversation. Just as silence fell over, I decided that this was probably as good of a time as another.
"Duncan?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you." I whispered.
He turned to face me. "For what?"
"For not taking advantage of me last night. I know you probably could've had your way with me when I was drunk. But you didn't...so thank you for that..." I smiled up at him.
The vulnerable look on his face me ache. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him in the middle of the street. The kiss had honestly, feelings, passion and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Just as I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, Duncan pulled away.
"What's wrong?" I asked as he moved away.
"Gwen...there's something else that happened last night...I think you should know this..." He almost looked guilty.
"What?" I whispered, terrified of the response.
"Last night...when you were drunk...you said something about a guy..." Oh no. Please tell me this is not what I think this is. "Named James..."
Well shit.
"Oh..." I was stunned. "What exactly did I tell you?" I whispered.
He hesitated for a minute, probably remembering exactly what I had said. "You...You said something about dating a guy called James. And that he would tell you he loved you and cared about you...but he just wanted sex...so you slept with him...and he left you...and that—"
I couldn't listen anymore. I just couldn't. This needed to stop. He needed to stop talking.
"Stop."
"Gwen I—"
"Duncan, Stop." I sobbed.
"Gwen..." he murmured and pulled me to his chest while I cried my heart out.
Hearing about James brought me back to my past. It made me think of things that I just wanted vanished out of my life. It was thoroughly painful.
After a while, I got out of Duncan's grasp and we started walking again.
Duncan has been so nice these couple of days. He's not who I thought he was. He didn't take advantage of me, she didn't sleep with me, he didn't flirt with other girls, and overall, he was a gentleman. It's only fair that I tell him about what happened.
"When I was away in Stanford High, I met this guy called James..." I began.
"Gwen you don't have to—"
"I want to." I assured him and linked out hands together again while we walked slowly down the block. "I met this guy called James. He was a flirt and a giant jerk. But he told me that I was special, that I was the one for him...that he loved me. I resisted at first, but then fell for him soon enough. I gave my virginity to him. And when he'd gotten me, he left me. He told me that it was just about the sex. That there was nothing else there for us."
My voice cracked. I could feel myself begin to cry again but I didn't want to break down in front of him.
"I thought LeShawna said that you are still a virgin...?" he questioned.
"LeShawna doesn't know about this. I haven't told anyone else about this, not even aunt Saphy." It's true. Before today, I hadn't mentioned this to anyone. I don't know why I brought this up now.
"Oh...So then what happened?"
"So he broke my trust in all guys. I didn't sleep with or date any other guys after him. That's why I moved here, to get away from my past," I began to sob again.
"Hey..." Duncan held me closer to him and enveloped me in a warm embrace. "It's okay, shh..." he comforted.
We walked more in restful silence. My head was on his shoulder and his arm was around my waist. My crying had stopped but he soothed me anyways. We sauntered around for a few more minutes before we stopped in front of his house.
Without questioning or asking me, Duncan guided me inside his house. He unlocked the door and turned on the lights; looks like no one was home. Once we were standing in the foyer, he stood in front of me and looked at me with pure concern in his eyes.
"You okay?"
"I think so..." I whispered.
His hands were once again joined with mine. "Thank you," he murmured.
"For what?"
"For telling me. For trusting me. Thank you." His eyes reflected mine with softness.
"You're welcome," I leaned into him and hugged him. "I know I can trust you now. I know you wouldn't use me like he did. I can trust you, can't I, Duncan?"
His inhaled sharply and nuzzled his nose in my hair. "Yes."
"Good." I hugged him tighter.
"Gwen?" he questioned after a while, pulling away from our warm embrace.
"Hmm?" I looked up at him.
"I...I have to telling you something..." I could see the hesitancy in his eyes.
"What is it?" I frowned.
"I..." he faltered again, "I..."
"You...?"
"I...I think..."
"You think what, Duncan?"
"I think I love you."
Those blurted words made my breath hitch at the throat. I literally stopped breathing. Heck, I couldn't even see anything but white lights. I blinked a couple of times.
Did he seriously just say what I thought he said? Did I hear correct? Am I going crazy? Is this just a dream? Does he mean it?
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"Gwen, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I mean...yes, I do love you. But I know I shouldn't have said it like that. And I know it's way too soon. You don't have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that...I—FUCK! This is all stupid. Just forget I said anything, okay? I just—"
"I love you too."
"Yes, I deserve that but—" he stopped abruptly at his rant. "Wait what? What'd you say?"
"I said," I took a step closer to him, "I love you too." I smiled.
He blinked a couple of times as well before launching at me and attacking me with his mouth, tongue and lips. We kissed fiercely in the middle of his living room. The kiss was severe and oh so passionate. This wasn't anything like the previous sweet and tender kisses we shared tonight. Oh no. It was urgent and demanding.
"You have no idea how much of a relief it is to hear you say that," he whispered against my lips.
It was all surreal. His hands tangled in my hair, my legs wrapped around his torso, my arms tightly around the nape of his neck, and our tongues tangled as we crashed around the foyer.
"Let's go to your room," I suggested. He merely nodded before carrying me up to his room.
We lost a few items of clothing on the way up. My cardigan had vanished and so did his leather jacket. As well as that, our shoes were discarded too.
His bedroom door slammed open as we crashed through it, attacking each other furiously. He smashed the door back shut again and pushed me against it, ravaging my neck with need. I moaned before pushed him backwards onto the bed and climbing on top of him, still keeping contact.
We rolled around and kissed on his bed like we've never done before. I was pinned underneath him, and everything went swiftly; after all, it's nothing we haven't done before.
And at that very moment, I decided that I wanted more. I wanted more than just kissing and making out. I wanted more. I knew I could trust Duncan by now. He loves me for God's sake!
So when he didn't make any move to go on further, I did. I tugged at his t shirt, hoping he'd get the gist of things. Apparently, he did. He pulled off his shirt and I ran my hands down his chest. However, he made no move to take any of my clothes off.
More.
I trailed my hands down his spectacular abs and towards the belt buckle of his jeans. I fiddled with it long enough to get it undone. By now, Duncan and I were both panting; me making all sorts of whorish sounds while he kissed down my collar bone.
When I reached inside his boxers, he grabbed my wrist and halted my movement.
"Gwen..." he panted into my neck and hair. "What are you doing?"
Oh, I wish I knew.
"I want you." I answered simply. "Don't you want me?"
Duncan almost whimpered. He pulled away and looked down at my. "I want you so much that it hurts."
"Well then," I pulled his face down and kissed him softly. "Have me."
We kissed again. This time, less roughly. It gave us more time to dwell in the sensation and actually feel each other. After a few minutes, I was left in my bra and panties with Duncan in his boxers. Things got serious when he kissed down my stomach and lower to my neither regions.
"Do you...uhm...do you have...?" I suddenly felt very shy asking the question.
He obviously understood my discomfort. He nodded before reaching onto his desk and pulling out a single condom. "Are you sure?" he asked for the millionth time.
I smiled. "I'm 100% sure."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
That night I lost my virginity for the 2nd time. And this time, it was to a person I actually cared about. It was to a person that I loved. And I couldn't think of any other way to make this more perfect. Because that's what it was.
Perfect.