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Gordo looked up and locked eyes with her. His mind racing, how would he explain to her? Suddenly, Lizzie was next to him, sitting on the edge of the table. His blue eyes turned to her in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, realizing his voice was coming out deep.
Her soft hand reached up and gently brushed down the side of his cheek. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling
"Lizzie, I—" he began.
"Shh," she commanded gently, leaning down. Her lips met his. A current shot through Gordo. His hand cupped the side of her face, holding her to him. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, the kiss deepening.
His mind was on fire. The woman he loved, he'd always loved, was in his arms once again. His fingers combed through her silken hair, while his arm held her delicate body against his. Lizzie sighed softly as his lips shifted from her lips to her jaw, her neck. He captured her lips again. Lizzie's hand slid down his shoulder to the buttons on his shirt.
Gordo watched as her hands as she unbuttoned the top button. "Lizzie—"
Her lips landed on his again. "Don't say anything," she whispered softly, kissing him again as she led him towards the stairs.
***
Gordo sighed softly as he indolently opened his eyes. The early rays of sunlight filtered through the room. He lulled his head to the side, his body begging for a change of position, but resting on his arm was Lizzie. Her hair tussled, but she still looked beautiful. Another sigh escaped his lips; this time not of contentment, but not of regret. What had happened last night, he wouldn't have changed for the world, he only wished he'd told her first.
They'd been the fairy tale couple, best friends that found something more. She was beautiful, and popular in her own right, while he was the valedictorian and 'good guy.' They'd had a modest apartment. He hadn't been able to wait until he could move her out of there and into a better place.
His mind went back to the night, the night Lizzie knew nothing about. He still didn't know why he went. He'd kissed Lizzie and told her he was going out. She didn't ask questions, they dated for so long, she'd figured he'd need a 'creative break' where he would drive to clear his head come home and work some more.
But when he got into the car, he didn't go the usual direction of the old highway he usually drove, instead he drove into the next town. His mind seemed to be in autopilot. He went into the dance club, it looked run down from the outside, but he'd heard strains of the music and felt drawn. He'd found a spot at the corner of the bar where he could hear the music, and see the band through the openings in the crowd. The bar tender had taken his order and he'd soon found himself lost in the music.
Gordo hadn't noticed when the woman had sat down next to him, he'd just looked over and she was there, staring into a glass. Her hair was dark, a cinnamon brown, hanging loosely around her face. At first he'd said nothing, even when she pushed back her hair and he saw that she'd been crying. He'd listened to the must for a while longer, glancing occasionally at her. There was something about her that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. Her hand had knocked into the glass when he finally made the move to talk to her. She was surprised but smiled gently at him. He ordered her another drink and offered to pay for it, even over her protests.
They'd talked for a long time, until the bar was closing. The woman thanked him for the drink and said goodbye, but he followed her outside and realized she had no car. He offered her a ride which she decline, but his insistence won and she followed him to the car.
In front of her apartment building, she turned to thank him. He'd asked her name. "Mandy," she stated. Leaning over, she went to kiss him on the cheek, but he'd turned his head, and their lips had connected. The world ceased to exist in that moment. His lips burned as he pressed closer. They'd moved from the car, to the stairwell, to the apartment, to her couch.
He had never regretted anything he'd done as much as he did that night with Mandy. He wished he'd never left the house. He wished Lizzie had asked just one question, one to make him think, or make him stay. He wished he'd gotten a flat tire, or ran out of gas. He sighed again. He'd spend so much time wishing that he'd acted differently, but wishing did nothing. He should have thought about the consequences before he'd even bought Mandy a drink.
For months afterwards, he'd tried to pretend nothing had happened. On the outside the performance was believable. No one ever knew anything about his indiscretion.
Besides Mandy and himself.
Gordo was able to cut himself off from Mandy, but every time he looked at Lizzie, he knew what he'd done. Every time he kissed her, he knew he was living a lie. Instead of telling her the truth, he'd left. It'd seemed so simple when he'd walked out the door. But Lizzie never left his mind. There wasn't a moment of the day where he didn't think of her, or want to see her.
Gently, he shifted Lizzie off of his arm.
She sighed and snuggled into the warm part of the bed he'd vacated. He pulled his pants off the floor quickly struggled into them and strode over to the window.
He'd have to tell her. So many things in his life, he'd tried to keep hidden, he hadn't taken responsibility for. He was paying the price and learning the hard way.
Gordo heard a sigh from the bed and turned around.
Lizzie's head was tiredly lulled to the side as she sat up, the sheet clasped tightly around her. "Morning," she smiled softly.
"Morning," he echoed, walked over to the bed.
Lizzie wrapped the sheet around her and leaned against him. "What are you doing up?"
"Thinking."
"Good things?" she asked softly, looking up at him.
He kissed her gently on the lips. "What time is Miranda bringing Tori over?"
Lizzie glanced at the bedside clock and a small moan escaped her lips. "In about an hour. I need a shower." She started towards the bathroom, stopped came back and kissed him quickly on the lips. A smile took over her face as she gently bit on her lip then hurried into the bathroom.
Gordo felt his smile fade away and he turned back to the window. He'd have to tell her. Soon.
Gordo looked up and locked eyes with her. His mind racing, how would he explain to her? Suddenly, Lizzie was next to him, sitting on the edge of the table. His blue eyes turned to her in confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked, realizing his voice was coming out deep.
Her soft hand reached up and gently brushed down the side of his cheek. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling
"Lizzie, I—" he began.
"Shh," she commanded gently, leaning down. Her lips met his. A current shot through Gordo. His hand cupped the side of her face, holding her to him. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, the kiss deepening.
His mind was on fire. The woman he loved, he'd always loved, was in his arms once again. His fingers combed through her silken hair, while his arm held her delicate body against his. Lizzie sighed softly as his lips shifted from her lips to her jaw, her neck. He captured her lips again. Lizzie's hand slid down his shoulder to the buttons on his shirt.
Gordo watched as her hands as she unbuttoned the top button. "Lizzie—"
Her lips landed on his again. "Don't say anything," she whispered softly, kissing him again as she led him towards the stairs.
***
Gordo sighed softly as he indolently opened his eyes. The early rays of sunlight filtered through the room. He lulled his head to the side, his body begging for a change of position, but resting on his arm was Lizzie. Her hair tussled, but she still looked beautiful. Another sigh escaped his lips; this time not of contentment, but not of regret. What had happened last night, he wouldn't have changed for the world, he only wished he'd told her first.
They'd been the fairy tale couple, best friends that found something more. She was beautiful, and popular in her own right, while he was the valedictorian and 'good guy.' They'd had a modest apartment. He hadn't been able to wait until he could move her out of there and into a better place.
His mind went back to the night, the night Lizzie knew nothing about. He still didn't know why he went. He'd kissed Lizzie and told her he was going out. She didn't ask questions, they dated for so long, she'd figured he'd need a 'creative break' where he would drive to clear his head come home and work some more.
But when he got into the car, he didn't go the usual direction of the old highway he usually drove, instead he drove into the next town. His mind seemed to be in autopilot. He went into the dance club, it looked run down from the outside, but he'd heard strains of the music and felt drawn. He'd found a spot at the corner of the bar where he could hear the music, and see the band through the openings in the crowd. The bar tender had taken his order and he'd soon found himself lost in the music.
Gordo hadn't noticed when the woman had sat down next to him, he'd just looked over and she was there, staring into a glass. Her hair was dark, a cinnamon brown, hanging loosely around her face. At first he'd said nothing, even when she pushed back her hair and he saw that she'd been crying. He'd listened to the must for a while longer, glancing occasionally at her. There was something about her that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. Her hand had knocked into the glass when he finally made the move to talk to her. She was surprised but smiled gently at him. He ordered her another drink and offered to pay for it, even over her protests.
They'd talked for a long time, until the bar was closing. The woman thanked him for the drink and said goodbye, but he followed her outside and realized she had no car. He offered her a ride which she decline, but his insistence won and she followed him to the car.
In front of her apartment building, she turned to thank him. He'd asked her name. "Mandy," she stated. Leaning over, she went to kiss him on the cheek, but he'd turned his head, and their lips had connected. The world ceased to exist in that moment. His lips burned as he pressed closer. They'd moved from the car, to the stairwell, to the apartment, to her couch.
He had never regretted anything he'd done as much as he did that night with Mandy. He wished he'd never left the house. He wished Lizzie had asked just one question, one to make him think, or make him stay. He wished he'd gotten a flat tire, or ran out of gas. He sighed again. He'd spend so much time wishing that he'd acted differently, but wishing did nothing. He should have thought about the consequences before he'd even bought Mandy a drink.
For months afterwards, he'd tried to pretend nothing had happened. On the outside the performance was believable. No one ever knew anything about his indiscretion.
Besides Mandy and himself.
Gordo was able to cut himself off from Mandy, but every time he looked at Lizzie, he knew what he'd done. Every time he kissed her, he knew he was living a lie. Instead of telling her the truth, he'd left. It'd seemed so simple when he'd walked out the door. But Lizzie never left his mind. There wasn't a moment of the day where he didn't think of her, or want to see her.
Gently, he shifted Lizzie off of his arm.
She sighed and snuggled into the warm part of the bed he'd vacated. He pulled his pants off the floor quickly struggled into them and strode over to the window.
He'd have to tell her. So many things in his life, he'd tried to keep hidden, he hadn't taken responsibility for. He was paying the price and learning the hard way.
Gordo heard a sigh from the bed and turned around.
Lizzie's head was tiredly lulled to the side as she sat up, the sheet clasped tightly around her. "Morning," she smiled softly.
"Morning," he echoed, walked over to the bed.
Lizzie wrapped the sheet around her and leaned against him. "What are you doing up?"
"Thinking."
"Good things?" she asked softly, looking up at him.
He kissed her gently on the lips. "What time is Miranda bringing Tori over?"
Lizzie glanced at the bedside clock and a small moan escaped her lips. "In about an hour. I need a shower." She started towards the bathroom, stopped came back and kissed him quickly on the lips. A smile took over her face as she gently bit on her lip then hurried into the bathroom.
Gordo felt his smile fade away and he turned back to the window. He'd have to tell her. Soon.