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“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips, and then all of a sudden, his hands were in my hair and his tongue was in my mouth as he dragged me into his lap. My knees straddled his waist, my short skirt bunched up as he pulled me closer.
“Fuck,” he gasped, adding a second finger as I gripped his tie with my fist and held on tight as my hips rocked on his thrusting digits. “Oh my god. Yes, like that. Fuck my hand, Layne.”
“You can’t keep doing this to me, Nate. You can’t keep pretending there’s something between us and then—” “No one is pretending here, Ash!”
“I feel it. Trust me, I fucking feel it so damn hard, it hurts, but that’s the problem. What I feel is too much, it’s too big, and I’m scared…”
“I’m terrified that I don’t have the capacity or the emotional depth to give you what you need. I can’t fucking share you, Ashley. Don’t you get it? If you were mine…you’d be mine. And I know you’d never be able to give me that be...
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“Ashley…things have changed so much since we first met, but I can safely say right now, with my whole heart, I never wanted to make you cry. I have tried to walk away a hundred times. I’ve tried…but it was always pointless. I needed you to know.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t…I can’t change how things are.”
“I would never ask you to. Not you or them.”
“I’m so sorry, Ash. I’m so fucking sorry I can’t be what you deserve.”
“I’m sorry too,”
