Gone
Seventy
I'd done all that stuff with Josh last year. Looking back though, I honestly don't know what I was thinking, rushing into it like that. How could I have treated it like it didn't matter? It definitely mattered. Especially when you cared about the person.
Maybe that was the difference. I mean, it would explain a lot. That I had just thought I liked Josh when really, it was just the physical attraction toying with my emotions. With Niall it was completely different. I was nervous, almost shy around him when it came to getting 'physical'. I mean the physical attraction was there, no doubt about that. I think that maybe it just played a less of a part in our relationship.
He slid my shirt over my head slowly. I stared down at my pink and black Playboy bra with embarrassment. It was the one Josh had bought me for Christmas last year. Obviously, for his eyes. I wasn't even sure why I still had it. It was so worn out that the straps wouldn't stay on my shoulders for more than two minutes. He moved my hands away from my chest and pulled me closer.
We were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Just a second!" Niall shouted urgently.
I quickly got off his lap and hurried over to the bed. He stayed where he was. A split second later, Harold came into the room.
"Sorry to bother you. I've brought you some food,"
I thanked him as he placed a tray of assorted snacks on the desk. Then, he left again, shutting the door all the way behind him.
Notes
DONE :)
So I gave up on Ghost obvs but I have a new story up now called Bravery which I think you guys might like because it's the same sort of thing but with a refreshing new twist :)
10/22/14