/Samantha/
When I glanced up into two familiar green eyes, I had the feeling that I was home and that everything was going to be well. As long as Henry was here with me, nothing else mattered. He apologized and pressed his forehead against mine while caressing my cheek and saying,
"I'm sorry, Samantha bear." I decided to savor the proximity of his presence by closing my eyes. In a soft voice, he confessed, "I'm an asshole, I know, and I'm so sorry, I love you Samantha bear." I was unable to talk, so I did the one thing in the world that I wanted to do more than anything else, which was to kiss him. He responded immediately by kissing me back with such intensity that it caused me to lose my breath.
I whimpered as he abruptly pulled away from the kiss I was giving him, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes since he had rejected me once more. He gently stroked my face as he spoke the words, "I need to say something." I averted my gaze because I didn't want to see what he was going to say next. "This does not mean the same thing for me as it does for you," he whispered. Holy crap, I am aware of it! Does he seriously believe that I am unaware of that? I desire him with every fiber of my being, yet it seems like he's only interested in a fleeting rush.
I whispered to him while keeping my eyes closed and said, "I know that Henry," before returning my lips to his and giving him another kiss. "I know that this is something fun for you," I added as I kissed him.
Now that we'd admitted it, maybe we could still do this and be friends at the same time, like friends with extras because I really needed him. Now that we'd admitted it, maybe we'd be able to. He moved away from me while staring at me carefully, appearing little perplexed.
The words "No Samantha, it's not fun for me" came out of his mouth, and I let out a shocked gasp. Oh my God, I wasn't even fun? Where did you get that? Is there something I've done wrong? He claimed that I was good at it, so I have to assume that he was lying. As my anxiety level increased, I noticed that I was breathing more quickly.
"Samantha! Samantha, that is not what I meant at all jeez, of course it is fun for me in that way, but what I meant was that I don't want you to just be something fun, I love you, I want to be with you, but I'll be here for whatever you need, whether you need a friend I'll be your friend, whether you need someone to hold you I'll be that too, whatever you want, I'll do anything you ask of me. Jeez, that is not what I "He whispered something to me as he gently rubbed my cheek.
Still, I was unable to take a breath, and my heart was pounding so hard that I was certain it would kill me. He wanted me? Do I need to wake up? I must still be dreaming, because this is hands down the most amazing dream I have ever had in my entire life, and I did not want to ever have to wake up from it. I turned to stare at him with anticipation, feeling the warmth that was emanating from his fingertips all the way to my cheek and melting my heart.
Henry, I mumbled under my breath; how should I react to that? What can I possibly respond with to the fact that he has just told me that he loves me and that he will do everything for me?
"It's okay Samantha bear, I know things are going to be difficult from now on, now that you know how I feel, but I promise I won't stand in the way of you and Blake, and I'm sorry for what I said and for leaving in such a rude manner. I'm sorry for what I said and for leaving in such a rude manner. I was angry and hurt, and I just declared that I wasn't going to meet Zoe, but really what I was doing was lashing out.
It's going to hurt like hell, but I swear I can put my feelings for you to the side and be your buddy despite everything. I just needed you to know that finally. I promise we can make this work "he added. That was by far the longest speech I've ever seen or heard him give. Wow.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back, then he kissed the top of my head, laid his head back, and let out a contented sigh. I think he was happy that he had finally told me the truth and gotten it off of his chest. Does he seriously believe that I don't want him? Is he off his rocker? Henry is the most ideal boy in the world, and every girl I knew wanted nothing more than to be with him. I jumped to my feet and sat up, looking down at the stunning features of his face.
I told him, "I love you too, Henry," and he nodded and smiled his stunning smile in response.
"I know that Samantha bear, but I just needed you to know finally, that I'm in love with you, I have been since the first time I saw you, you were so shy holding that damn rabbit that was always escaping," he said with a smile. "I've been in love with you ever since the first time I saw you, you were holding that damn rabbit that was always escaping." I couldn't believe I'd forgotten all about that; Henry and I used to be on the go all the time, trying to get our hands on that rabbit. I leaned up close and gave him a slow, gentle kiss on the cheek.
I said to him as I looked into his eyes, "Henry, I'm in love with you too," and I meant every word. It was the greatest smile I had ever seen him do, and it made me smile too. His face shifted from looking completely shocked to smiling the biggest smile I had ever seen him do.
He asked in a very eager tone, "You love me?" to which I responded by laughing and nodding.
My face was grasped by him, "Do you really expect me to believe that, Samantha? You adore me? "It was a frantic request from him. I gave another affirmative nod and continued to observe as a broad smile spread across his face.
"Yes, Henry, I love you," I responded as I smiled at his expression, which reminded me of a child on the morning of Christmas. After he kissed me passionately and gently while making a groaning sound in the back of his throat, which caused my entire body to flame, I carefully unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest as I pulled it off. He made the moaning sound in the back of his throat.
He snatched a hold of me and rolled over on top of me, positioning me underneath him while he ran his hands through my hair and smiled at me. "I wish you'd told me this a couple of days ago, I've been going through hell, I swear," he said, shaking his head at the memory looking hurt. "I was so happy when I woke up next to you after that first night, then when I came back from the shower you looked so horrified and like you'd been crying," he said.
"I had been crying," I confessed as my hands made their way down his back, feeling the movement of his muscles as he tightened.
He questioned me while gently petting my cheek, "Why?"
I expressed my concern by stating, "I believed you'd abandoned me, I thought that you played me, and I thought that everything was ruined."
He scowled and asked, "Is that why you stated we had no choice but to forget about it?" I responded in the affirmative while he continued to softly stroke my hair.
"I thought you regretted it, you're a player Henry you've never even had a girlfriend I thought I needed to straighten it out before things got awkward, I thought you'd used me," I said while hooking my thumbs in his belt loops and spreading my fingers out over his perfect ass. "I thought you'd used me," I said while hooking my thumbs in his belt loops. "You're a player Henry you've never even had a girlfriend."
He leaned in close and gently kissed the inside of my cheek, my ear, and the corner of my mouth as he moved his head back and forth. He murmured something to me while chewing on my ear lobe and said, "I've told you hundreds of times why I've never had a girlfriend." I couldn't help but grimace; he'd told me? I have no recollection of it.
"Why?" When I asked him about it, he laughed.
He responded simply with, "Oh God yeah!" when I told him, "Samantha bear, you're the only one for me, and I don't want a girlfriend if it's not you." He always says that, claiming that the reason he was a player was because I wasn't interested in him, which is why he never wanted anything serious.
He also claims that I was the only girl for him. I recalled all of the occasions on which he had expressed his love for me or assured me that he would go to any lengths for me. All of the times that he made me things, little surprises, picked me flowers, and everything else that he did for me, I laughed at him thinking that he was joking, but in reality, he was only trying to convey to me how he felt. God I've been so foolish!
My heart was overflowing with joy as I asked, "So, you're saying that you want me to be your girlfriend, right?" I inquired while flashing him a seductive grin.
He gave me a little kiss on the cheek and added, "No Samantha bear, what I'm saying is that I want you to be my everything, my soul mate, my girlfriend, my whole world." I flushed and giggled like a child as he explained what he meant by that. He gave me a friendly smile before asking, "Ok, was that too much?" as his face was slightly reddened.
I pulled his face to mine and planted a passionate kiss on his lips as I responded, "Maybe a bit."
Rolling onto my back so that I was on top of him again, I remarked, "I have one thing I would most definitely like you to be."
"Anything," he replied as he ran his hands down my back, past my ass, and down my thighs, causing me to groan so loudly that I couldn't catch my breath.
I leaned in close to his ear and said, "My first." He gasped, moved over once more so that he was on top of me, and then he kissed me.
The kiss was incredible; it caused tingling all over my body and caused me to lose track of who I was. By the time he drew away to kiss my neck, I was giddy with excitement and need.
I yanked at his jeans in an effort to remove them as quickly as possible, and he was doing the same thing to my clothing at the same time. Before he started to back away, I was already down to just my bra and pantyhose "Crap! We are unable to do so, as I do not possess anything "He muttered while slapping himself on the head because the disappointment I was feeling was so intense that it was nearly painful.
I looked at his face to see whether he shared my emotions, and all of a sudden, he lit up and kissed me once more. Oh thank you God, he's remembered that he has one. The nervous thrill was beginning to build up again after having subsided for a while. Oh my God, I'm about to have sexual activity with Henry in a moment! I continued to pull at his jeans, forcing them further and further down his body. He continued to smile at me while rolling off of me slightly and saying, "Samantha, I don't have one."
"Then why do you appear to be smiling so much, Henry? I assumed maybe you had just recalled that you had it in your wallet or anything like that "I responded by making a puppy dog look at him and saying that I was bewildered.
He laughed and ran his thumb across my bottom lip as he spoke. "I'm happy because we don't have to rush anything, we have forever for me to be with you, we don't have to do this tonight, it's not a 'tonight only' offer is it?" he asked. "I'm happy because we don't have to rush anything, we have forever for me to be with you, we don't have to do this tonight, it's not a ' He asked me with a sly grin on his face.
I moved him under me, and when I looked up, he was only wearing his boxers while I was still wearing my bra and pants. I smiled maliciously at him as I stood up and gave him a nasty look.
I pretended to be thinking about it while I ran my hands down his chest and added, "Well to be honest, I'm not sure if I'm still going to want you tomorrow." I said this while I was joking with him.
"I see... really? If that's the case, then I suppose I should make the most of our time together tonight "He said this while sitting up and tickling me, which made me laugh and wriggle around on his lap. He had a wicked glitter in his eye the whole time.
I pushed him off the bed and leapt up, and while I was still laughing, I rushed for the door. I heard him jump off the bed behind me, and I went as quickly as I could downstairs; he was getting closer to me. I was able to make it to the kitchen before he grabbed me around the waist, spun me around, and lifted me up by my hips. I placed my legs around his waist.
"Hmm now what's a fitting payback for running away from me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me and seeming to deliberate as he stepped forwards. "I know," he added as he leant me against the refrigerator. "Hmm now what's a fitting payback for running away from me?" I shouted as the cold door touched my back and jerked into him further, which forced me to grind my teeth on his erection, causing me to gasp for air. I was jerked into him further as the door touched my back.