Chapter 3:
Narrator's Chapter
Brady opened the door and there was. Chloe coming out of the elevator.
*uh-oh* he thought, *panic time*. He hadn't expected to see her quite yet, and he didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came into his head: "Wow, Chloe, you look beautiful." Then he caught himself. "Come in" "Brady, hi." Goodness, it's like he knew she was coming or something. She had been planning on having a bit more time. "Thanks." She stepped inside. "Bra-" "Chl-" They both laughed. "You first" he said. "Why didn't you ever tell me Brady?" She started right away. "You never said anything about how you felt, ever. Why, Brady?" "Chloe I wanted to," he answered. "But I guess I never felt like it was the right time. I didn't want to catch you on the rebound, you know? At least, I didn't think it was the right time. til now." He cleared his throat. "I--I love you Chloe Lane." "I love you too Brady Black. I always have." This seemed like a very good moment to both for them to start kissing, so they did. As their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, the new loves started up Brady's stairs, but hardly made it without tripping up the stairs a few times, due to lack of concentration. The couple made it up to Brady's room and as things were getting pretty hot and heavy on his bed, Chloe pulled at Brady's belt buckle. Abruptly, Brady stopped the two. "Chloe, wait." He said. "Stop, stop, Chloe, stop. "Brady, what's wrong?" she asked, worried. "We can't go any further than this Chloe, we have to stop here." At first, Chloe's worry and confusion turned to anger, but she calmed herself because she knew Brady would have an explanation. After all, he couldn't end everything here after they had just finally found each other. And he did go on to explain: "Chloe, it is so hard for me to stop right now, but I have to. I can't make love to you Chloe, not yet. I know I love you and I know I want to be with you, but we can't sleep together now. And it has nothing to do with you, really." Chloe didn't look so sure, so Brady explained further. "When I was at college, I saw so many people mess up their lives with STDs and pregnancies and abortions. I don't want that for myself of anybody else. And I trust you, it's just the concept. I want to be ready. I want to give my dreams to my wife, when we can actually have children and be happy and not worry about getting caught. Do you understand?" "I think that's beautiful, Brady. I've never met a guy like you, and I don't think I ever will again. I want to wait for you, Brady. For us." For the first time in their life together, everything was completely calm, totally at peace. They had been open, and honest, and it was the way they wanted everything to stay. The new pair kissed again, softly this time, and fell asleep in the comforting silence.
Brady opened the door and there was. Chloe coming out of the elevator.
*uh-oh* he thought, *panic time*. He hadn't expected to see her quite yet, and he didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came into his head: "Wow, Chloe, you look beautiful." Then he caught himself. "Come in" "Brady, hi." Goodness, it's like he knew she was coming or something. She had been planning on having a bit more time. "Thanks." She stepped inside. "Bra-" "Chl-" They both laughed. "You first" he said. "Why didn't you ever tell me Brady?" She started right away. "You never said anything about how you felt, ever. Why, Brady?" "Chloe I wanted to," he answered. "But I guess I never felt like it was the right time. I didn't want to catch you on the rebound, you know? At least, I didn't think it was the right time. til now." He cleared his throat. "I--I love you Chloe Lane." "I love you too Brady Black. I always have." This seemed like a very good moment to both for them to start kissing, so they did. As their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, the new loves started up Brady's stairs, but hardly made it without tripping up the stairs a few times, due to lack of concentration. The couple made it up to Brady's room and as things were getting pretty hot and heavy on his bed, Chloe pulled at Brady's belt buckle. Abruptly, Brady stopped the two. "Chloe, wait." He said. "Stop, stop, Chloe, stop. "Brady, what's wrong?" she asked, worried. "We can't go any further than this Chloe, we have to stop here." At first, Chloe's worry and confusion turned to anger, but she calmed herself because she knew Brady would have an explanation. After all, he couldn't end everything here after they had just finally found each other. And he did go on to explain: "Chloe, it is so hard for me to stop right now, but I have to. I can't make love to you Chloe, not yet. I know I love you and I know I want to be with you, but we can't sleep together now. And it has nothing to do with you, really." Chloe didn't look so sure, so Brady explained further. "When I was at college, I saw so many people mess up their lives with STDs and pregnancies and abortions. I don't want that for myself of anybody else. And I trust you, it's just the concept. I want to be ready. I want to give my dreams to my wife, when we can actually have children and be happy and not worry about getting caught. Do you understand?" "I think that's beautiful, Brady. I've never met a guy like you, and I don't think I ever will again. I want to wait for you, Brady. For us." For the first time in their life together, everything was completely calm, totally at peace. They had been open, and honest, and it was the way they wanted everything to stay. The new pair kissed again, softly this time, and fell asleep in the comforting silence.