Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... exhausted. “First of all, I want to apologise for not calling you.” “It’s fine-" I start but he holds up his hand, stopping me. “No, it’s not fine. It wasn’t cool of me to spend the night with you and then ditch you like that. I’m really sorry, Beth. I truly am,” he firmly says, making my eyes widen in shock at his determined tone. I let out a deep breath, quietly satisfied at getting the apology I wanted to hear. But that isn’t all I want. “I accept your apology. But please, tell me what happened,” I ask, my tone slightly harder than I had hoped. Removing his jacket, he hangs it on the back of the chair. He is wearing a dark shirt and lean jeans, emphasising his athletic body underneath. I slightly fidget, trying to hide what he is doing to me. I resort to leaning my side against the wall to act as casual as possible. “Do you remember what I was planning to do that day after prom?” “Yeah, you told me that you were going to pick up your nana from the airport,” I reply, crinkling my eyebrows. “Well, my nana suffered a stroke on the plane. When I got there, she was being escorted out in a wheelchair into an ambulance.” Straightening up, my heart stops and my mouth drops. My arms collapse to my sides. “Oh my god, is she okay?” He freezes, allowing me to fully see his saddened expression. “No. She…she died that evening. My parents were out of town so I had to wait for them to come back before I could do anything.” Speechless, my eyes begin to well up. Never in a million years ...

... did I expect this. “So when I texted you that night…?” “I was in the hospital, waiting for more news on her condition. After I texted you back, the doctor told me that she passed away in her sleep.” “Oh, Mark. I’m really sorry.” “I so wanted to call you but I was so busy helping my parents organise the funeral and the wake. And…we had only started seeing each other and I thought piling all my grief on you was too much so I kept quiet. You then sent me the text saying you wouldn’t answer my calls and it crushed me.” “I was angry, you didn’t give me any indication,” I murmur. “I get it. But I was out of my depth. Out of everyone, you were the only person I wanted to talk about everything but then, you sent me that text and...I realised I fucked up," he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. Turning his gaze to me, his eyes are glassy and his face looks broken. “Beth, I cannot apologise enough for making you think so negatively of me. Believe me, it was never my intention,” he murmurs. Biting my lip to stop it trembling, I find myself walking towards him to stand in front of him in between his legs. He watches me bring him closer to rest his head against my belly. Almost immediately, he wraps his arms around me, embracing me tightly and begins to weep. I don’t complain; he needs to understand that I am here for him. "If I had known, I would have been by your side. I am here for you, you do know that, right?” I quietly ask, trying to give him the comfort that he needs. “I know that ...