Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... heart. Desperate to break his gaze, I quickly drink the rest of my wine and placing the glass on the table, stand to move by the edge of the balcony. “Beth, are you okay?” he gently asks, standing up to move next to me. “Yes, I am fine,” I practically snap but I am anything but. He is bringing up the emotions I thought were done and dusted and it is starting to cause havoc in my mind. "Why did we break up?” he says, shuffling so that he is touching me. My side feels like it is burning from touching him. "You know why," I whisper. "Remind me," he murmurs, turning towards me. “Because you chose to move to another country without telling me," I say, treading lightly on my temper. “Because you would have stopped me.” Raising my eyebrows, I take a deep breath and turn to directly face him. “You don’t know that! I was your girlfriend and you didn’t even consider asking me!” “If I were to have declined it, I would have regretted it...” he starts but in light of his feeble excuses, I am just getting started. “So you chose to cut me off without working things out?" "You're putting words into my mouth," he angrily snaps back but I stand firm. “No, Mark. Let’s be honest, you saw me as a fling to get you through the first years of college and then you found something more worthy of your time, you didn't want to be tied down to anyone." “That’s not true…” he starts. "I wanted us to have time with each other, but instead, you destroyed us and broke my heart!” I shout. His eyes widen at ...

... the strength of my anger and I can no longer stand his shocked stare. I quickly move away as tears well up in my eyes, leaving him by the balcony railing to go back into the warmth of the apartment, but that doesn’t stop me hug myself to stop shaking. “I cried for months after you left. You made me miserable. I hated you for tainting every happy memory you had of us,” I murmur, keeping my back to him. “Beth, stop, please,” he starts, but I spin round, allowing him to see my anger and the devastation on my face. He looks fearful and panicked but I refuse to back down. “No, you don’t understand! Do you know what it's like to love someone who doesn’t want you?” I sob. Mark’s expression sobers as he sadly looks down, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I am getting a clear idea now,” he breathes. His confession stuns me. “What?” He looks up and I see his eyes reddened with unshed tears. Rubbing his face in frustration, he exhales sharply. “I made a mistake,” he gruffly says. "What do you mean?" I say, hugging myself. Without a word, his expression becomes heated and determined before moving towards me. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I have to remind myself to be strong - I need to leave. “No," I say, taking a step back. "Let me explain," he starts but I put my hands up. “It’s too late,” I shakily say, causing him to stop. “What? No…” he starts, his face falling. Feeling the tears welling up in my eyes, I grab my shoes, not having the time to put them on, turn away and ...