She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... know you. And it’s not like you would confess if you thought you could get away with it.” “I wasn’t…that’s not what I was…” “Okay, I’ll rephrase…If you did it because you meant to, you wouldn’t tell me. So…I don’t know. I know you and…” She shook her head slowly. I was relieved. Surprised, but relieved. “Kayla, I promise, I’m going to make sure I’m awake before I talk to anyone about anything again. Like, I’ll write down notes if I have to and—” “Jack.” She said it normally but it had an edge that cut my words off short. “You work today, right?” “Yeah.” “Go to work.” I didn’t fully register her words but that creeping feeling of horror was tightening the muscles in my shoulders. “I was going to but I had to come tell you—” “Jack.” She looked at me steadily, an expression of seriousness and displeasure that I had never seen before on her face. “I want you to leave.” “I…Kayla, I didn’t mean to do it. I still love you. I love you more than anything.” “Please leave, Jack,” she said in an even tone, “Right now I can’t… look at you without thinking about what happened. You still kissed her, Jack.” My mouth twitched. She noticed. “It was just kissing…right?” “I…” Oh, fucking hell. “I may have…I did…my hand was on her boob for like, a second…” She drew in a rattling breath. “Okay,” she said, nodding slowly, “And you thought it was me. It still happened and right now, all I’m thinking about is that it happened. You with another girl…is one of the worst thoughts I’ve had while we’ve ...

... been together.” “It was an accident!” “You didn’t trip and fall on her lips, Jack.” “…No.” “Mhm.” “Kayla, I would never…I love you.” “Jack, I’m asking you nicely. Please leave. And please don’t text me. When I’m ready to talk, I will text you. I don’t know when that will…” She closed her eyes for a second and shivered. I took off my jacket. “Please, take it,” I said, desperately, feeling like I was watching my world crumble piece-by-piece, “I can handle cold. I deserve to be cold.” “You aren’t going to punish yourself,” she said haughtily, “Just, right now, I don’t want to see you or talk to you. I don’t know how I’ll feel later and…Fuck, Jack, you kissed Tara.” The tears were starting to form in her eyes. “You kissed Tara.” “I didn’t mean to!” “You still did it. Jack…please leave. Just go. Please.” There was nothing else I could do. Nothing else I could say. I nodded slowly and backed away. “Please text me soon,” I said shakily, “Whatever your mood is, even if you want to say you hate me—” “Stop,” she barked, glaring at me, “Just stop.” “Okay,” I said, holding up my hands, “Okay. I’m going.” I backed up more, not wanting to take my eyes off her, feeling that if I looked away, our connection would be broken forever. “I love you.” She just looked back at me. I tried to see something, anything in her that said she loved me too. A nod of the head, a look in her eye, a twitch of her hand. Nothing. She was as still as a statue. Just looking at me. If she pulled out a gun and shot ...