The Good Ol’ Boys
A simple choice.
There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
for me not to laugh and he knew it, too. Which only made it worse. It was like
adding fuel to the fire, making it bigger and wider with each flare of
gasoline. When I saw that he didn’t turn down my street and kept riding in the
direction of our abandoned house, I smiled.
with me over the boys warmed my heart, especially when he preferred me to
house and ran up the stairs. Over the last few months we had turned it into our
own little paradise, bringing blankets and pillows to throw on the floor,
candles for when it got dark, and sometimes Lucas would even bring in wood from
outside to turn on the fireplace. We had magazines, board games, snacks and
water. Everything we needed was there.
drink and then I passed it back to him so he could, too. I laid down on the
blankets and pillows and beheld the vaulted ceilings with a content sigh.
there?” he questioned, sitting down facing me.
engagement party here and I want to get married here. And then I want to buy
this house and raise a family here,” I firmly stated.
think about stuff like that?”
that all the time.”
gaze. “What?” It was my turn to say.
throwing my own words back at me. “Who you marrying?”
call me out on my lie. “Don’t you think that maybe you should experience things
provoked, wanting to wipe the smug look off his face.
ceilings, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, and hoping that it
would calm the fluttering feeling I had suddenly formed in my belly. I shrugged
because I couldn’t speak; it would giveaway how I felt.
it, just like I remember our first experience. The same one that’s hanging
around your neck.”
that fell from his mouth.
replied, already knowing what he meant but needing to hear him say it.
paused to let his words sink in. “Really kiss you?”
and descended with each breath I took. I found myself nodding before I gave it
anymore thought, ignoring the voice in the back of my mind that screamed at me
that this was a bad idea. He bent forward and rested on his hands and knees,
his face, his lips, coming toward me and making me tightly shut my eyes.
my head, but the moment I felt his lips on mine they were all gone in an
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.