Yeah, the beginning of Upper Hand has been written! I want to warn that the beginning of this is a little 'T' rated. Uh, but I don't think it's going to be like this through the whole story…I don't know yet. I also want to continue to encourage you to review this if you've read it! Hey, how can I know to write more, or stop writing if need be, if you don't tell me how I'm doing? I appreciate and welcome ALL types of reviews. Let me know what you think; I'm genuinely interested in your opinion. Believe me, if I weren't…I would say as much…he he, but I don't think that'll ever happen…
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"Honey on a teaspoon
Sugar in a bowl
An eager man's always an easy catch"
His right hand played with the hem of her shirt. His left was pressed against the back of her neck. He kissed her passionately. She was between him and the rock wall. Ever so slowly, his hand crept up the front of her shirt.
After a certain point, Bess pulled away from his already too close embrace. She harshly pushed his hand away. "What are you doing?" she asked, fed up. She hadn't liked how serious he'd been with this relationship, pressing further and further.
"Hmm?" he asked, moving to kiss her neck. Apparently he wasn't getting the message. His hand started to travel again.
"Jed!" Bess took a step sideways, completely disentangling herself from him. Now she had his attention.
"What's wrong?"
"What do you think?" Bess was becoming angrier by the minute. Her romantic dinner on the cliffs was becoming less and less romantic.
"I…I don't understand?" he stuttered, "I though we were-"
"No!" Bess half shouted, half laughed. She was unbelieving…and…and…and hurt. "Jed," threatening tears softened her voice, "it's only been three days…"
"So," he said as if it meant nothing, "I love you…"
"Yeah," she scoffed sarcastically, "I'm sure you do…they all do…" She looked at her hands. Gathering her purse, she turned around to face him, "I'm just going to go. This isn't working-"
"Bess, don't-" he protested.
"and," she continued, "it's not going to work." With that she turned to leave him, standing where he was…alone.