Chanel and ? 18 - Sex Stories

Chanel and ? 18

... to apologize to you. For... everything . I thought we could be friends, everything seemed ok when I helped you move. And it felt like the animosity between us was gone, for which I’m grateful. But…” He stops again as I watch him curiously. And frankly, surprised. He takes his right hand out of his pocket and scratches his forehead in what appears to be a nervous gesture. He seems...embarrassed. “I miss you,” he blurts out dropping his hand, and I notice a faint blush behind his cheeks. “I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about what I put you through. All of it. At first, I didn’t think much of it, you know, what we were doing. And then Nicole caught us and...part of me was glad. For certain reasons,” he holds up his hands obviously intending not to offend me. “I’m sorry this is coming out wrong.” I’ve never seen him so disjointed before. “I mean, part of me felt like shit at the same time. And when you guys fought...that was all my fault.” I open my mouth to object, but he keeps going. “And then what happened after she left, I can’t stop feeling….nauseous every time it crosses my mind. I acted so horribly. And I have no idea why. You mean much more to me than the way I treated you. Maybe it was the stress of the situation..I don’t know. What I’m getting at though, is...I can’t stop thinking about you Chanel. I feel terrible for the way things went. I just...need you to know that.” He sighs after his jumbled rant is over, and I’m frozen. I can feel the shock on my ...

... face. I realize he’s waiting for me to say something, but I was not prepared for him to show up, let alone the words he’s speaking. From the center point inside my body, I feel like strings are being tugged, pulled in his direction. Drawing me to him. His words course through my body, melting my rigid form and I reach for him. Because I missed him, too. As soon as he sees me move, he roughly wraps his arms around my waist and hugs me fiercely. My feet are dangling above the ground, my arms wrapped around his neck as he turns my body side to side as is to intensify his embrace. I let out a strangled gasp, or sob, I’m not entirely sure. Being in his arms after these hellacious couple of weeks makes me want to sing, or cry, or both. I’m not too sure at the moment. I just know I’m glad he’s here. “Ethan,” I whisper his name and his arms get impossibly tighter around me. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers into my hair slightly shaking his head. “I’m sorry, too,” I reply. “You have no idea how bad I’ve felt-” “Sshhh,” he hushes me. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says and I almost do cry. He has no idea how shitty I felt after that all went down. He was growing on me, and I felt like I ruined everything. That situation was just fucked up all around, and all I want him to do is hug me until it all goes away. After we stand outside my open door for what feels like forever, I whisper, “lets go inside.” He makes no move to let me down and walks through the threshold. He kicks the door shut, ...