Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... the bike rack, I try and catch my breath and calm my fiercely beating heart before going into the building. As I reach his door, my heart is still beating really fast. I try and take a couple of deep breaths but nothing relaxes me. Here goes nothing , I think and knock on the door. Silence. Taking another deep breath, I knock a little harder. Silence again. But I soon hear the chain being pulled back and I see Mark’s dishevelled face. He is wearing his suit shirt and trousers but his bloodshot eyes widen at me. I can’t tell if he has been crying or if he is just jetlagged. “Beth, what are you doing here?” he quietly asks. “I’m sorry for coming here so late but I need to talk to you. Can I please come in?” I nervously ask, twisting my fingers to stop my shaking hands. “I think you made things perfectly clear earlier,” he bitterly remarks but I need to tell him. “Five minutes and if you want me to leave, I can cycle myself home,” I interrupt, looking straight into his eyes. Sighing, he lets me in and I immediately walk in, not bothering to take my trainers off just in case. The apartment is now dimly lit, with the moonlight coming in from the undrawn curtains. “It’s a little late to be working,” I remark, spying his laptop still on while keeping my back to him. I can’t handle the cold expression on his face. “I needed to distract myself. So, you have five minutes,” he reminds me while keeping a distance. I deserve that - I broke his heart by rejecting it. Taking a deep breath, ...

... I cross my arms and begin rambling. “I came here because I am still in love with you, Mark. I miss you so much, everything feels weird and scary without you. I said we couldn’t be together because I thought it would be easier to not risk anything than to entertain the idea of a future with you, which is the only thing I want. And I can’t sit at home without you knowing that or doing nothing about it." The following silence is horrible, and I have the crushing feeling that I am too late. I can’t bear to look at him, his bitter expression is engrained in my mind. As I turn to leave, Mark’s strong arms immediately wrap around me like ivy so I am crushed against him. I begin to feel overly warm but his embrace are so tight around me, I can’t unzip my sweatshirt. “Really? You mean that?” he whispers, his lips close to my ear. “Which part?” I murmur, gently nuzzling towards him. “A future with me. Do you really want that?" “Yes, more than anything,” I reply, biting my lip. I hear his deep breaths and the way he skims his lips up my throat causes me to shiver. “Does that sounds crazy…or naive?” I ask. “Far from it. Come here, let me see you,” he gently asks. Looking up, I see the look of relief in his eyes as he stars intently at me. His hands softly cup my face, so I cannot escape him. "What made you come back?" he asks, looking like he has never seen me before. "My mom told me to," I reply sheepishly, bringing out a huge smile on his face as he embraces me. A sigh escapes me as I ...