His Forever 2-His girlfriend

6

Alisa.

The morning light peeked through the curtains, bathing me in the rays of warm sunlight. Unlike the first time I had woken up in this bed, I was more acquainted with it, and now that I was no longer clueless and dreadful with a hangover, I realized I could get used to the smooth and comforting feeling.

Even better, I could get used to the strong arms around me in fierce possessiveness. Beautiful did not justify what Drey looked like in his sleep. His athletic body enveloped mine, a thrilling morning erection throbbing between my thighs.

My hands ached to stroke his length, offering him at least half the pleasure he apparently craved. But we were still on eggshells and that would be a move too far especially after I informed him that sharing a bed did not suddenly mean that our relationship was back to normal.

With some effort, I tore my eyes from the tempting sight, willing myself to focus on his upper body and at least relish what it felt like to wake up next to a man like him.

For the sake of my will to keep things normal between us—faltering as that may be—I had insisted we had our clothes on for the night. And even though I sounded like a teenage virgin spending the night at her boyfriend's house for the first time, Drey did not seem upset in the very least. Actually, he was the most perfect gentleman, keeping his hands to himself which was of course until his unconscious mind induced his body to the desire brewing between us. 

Even so, I could not say I was complaining.

Running my fingers over the dusting of hair on his broad chest, I turned my attention to his face. What was just a light scruff of stubble a day ago was now a more pronounced beard and my fingers itched to run through his chin. Or at the very least, brush a good morning kiss across his perfectly shaped parted lips as he expelled every exhale.

"I could wake up like this every day," Drey's words startled me, bringing my early morning ogling session to an abrupt end. Knowing him, I should have expected that he had been awake all along and my cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought.

With a soft sigh, I redirected my gaze to the curtains which I just realized was run on a timer. I could at least pretend to be unaffected, "You'll get bored."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see his smile deepen as he called my bluff, "What makes you think so?"

With no words for an answer, I attempted to slither my way out of his arms, but only ended up locked in a tighter cage as he yanked me closer, leaving no space between our bodies.

My breath stalled and a gasp followed as he rocked his hips, pressing his rigid c**k further into my heating s*x.

If I was getting any chances at leaving here with my panties on, I had to do so now.

"Drey," I whispered my hands on his shoulder attempting to push him away even though every other muscle in my body was screaming otherwise.

"You didn't answer the question," he said, a stern edge coloring his tone.

I thought that was rhetoric. "I don't have an answer."

"I do," releasing his grip on me with one arm, he twirled a loose strand of my morning hair in his finger, his deep eyes piercing into me and pinning me to the spot. I held my breath, waiting patiently for what he was going to say next, "I will never have my fill of you, Alisa."

My mind failed me for a brief second and I blinked at him a few times as I digested his words. He was giving me so much and I was giving so little. My cheeks thrummed with guilt and I decided at this point it was time to leave. "I should go."

Despite the tiredness well-hidden underneath his masked smile, Drey's arms remained fixed around me. "Why do you want to get away from me so bad?"

Because if I stay around you much longer all the strength I have mustered to keep my distance in the last two months would crumble to the ground. "I have to go see my dad today," that was not a lie, but still a terrible excuse.

"That's not the reason," he said matter of factly.

I whimpered as his hands skimmed lower to my hips, down to my thighs until his fingers were nearly retrieving proof of my pooling need for him. "I know you want me, want this, so why are you holding back?"

"You're touching me," Please don't stop. I managed to breathe, forcing the last three words to stay behind my lips.

With a sad smile, his hands peeled off my body almost too quickly, "I'm sorry beautiful, I cannot help myself. But you still haven't told me the truth. Are you scared of me Alisa?"

"No," I answered quickly, needing to clear the forthcoming misunderstanding, "Not you." Closing my eyes, I let the truth spill from my lips, "I want you, Drey, so much that it hurts,"

"I'm your's, all yours."

"I know,"

"But?"

"I cannot have you without losing dad."

"Stella cannot hurt him anymore,"

"I want to believe you, I do," I said shaking my head as my emotions brewed slowly to the top, "but you didn't hear the words she said Drey, no matter where she is on this earth I would never be at peace knowing my dad is still vulnerable to her."

He buried his fingers in my hair and made me look at him, "I have Stella handled."

"What about Alfred? You seem to forget they are both a wonderful pair." his lips pressed to a thin line as a frown formed on his face. I got my answer from that single expression. Dad would never really be safe with Alfred or his daughter around.

"I will not let Alfred hurt you or your dad."

"I have no doubt that you will protect me Drey, but dad? You have never even met him before so why would you care?"

If we weren't so close to each other, I would have missed the anger that flared in his eyes, "Bullshit Alisa. It's you and me together, and that means anyone important to you is just as important to me."

"So if you had to choose to save me or dad who would you choose?"

"What?" he gave me a shocked look, "you know I would choose you anytime."

"My point exactly. I have you, Ron, Drew, and more recently Amanda worrying round the clock about me. If the need ever comes I know I'm always safe with you Drey, dad does not have such luxury. He's all I have and I'm all he has." I choked on a sob as I paused, hoping he would not make me explain it further. "I'm really sorry."

"You're letting them win again Alisa." I hated the accusatory note laced in his words, "you're letting those fears stop us from being with each other."

He was right but knowing that did not make my resolve any less strong. I was not doing the wrong thing by choosing dad.

I am not doing the wrong thing.

Even after chanting the words silently, all I still wanted to do was crawl under my bed and cry my eyes out. I made a mental note to do just that once I was back at home, for now, though I had to look past the hurt in Drey's eyes, live past it. 

Easier said than done.

I hurt him—again—and it would take a lot more to live with myself again.

Tugging at his arms holding me, I wriggled free from his hold but he was not letting go. Apparently, he was a better fighter than I was, but I could at least try to get through him. "Please let me go, Drey."

It took a few moments in silence and I could see the unspoken struggle, the plea in him, but he finally did. Swallowing back the tears threatening to resurface, I slithered off the mattress.

As I approached the closet leading to the bathroom, I could feel his eyes glazing through me and I repeated that chant in my head again.

I am not doing the wrong thing.

This is the right choice.

There couldn't be a better choice. 

So why did it hurt so damn much?