__all_of_me__ getting myself into
We’d just gotten into my truck and I was still trying to figure out exactly what I’d been thinking. I didn’t regret kissing her, because as far as kisses go, it was pretty up there on the list of best kisses in my life, but I knew she wasn’t going to be that comfortable with it. I’m not stupid you know.
She was nervous and fidgety and I was cursing myself. I’m not a real complicated guy, I mean I like women, I like to drink, I like country music and I want to be a lawyer, that’s pretty much the end of it. Yet here I am, risking my entire future for a girl I barely know, sure yeah I’ve known her a long time technically but I don’t really know her. I’m fucking crazy. Yet I still didn’t regret it.
"Lindsey...I'm...I'm sorry. About...I'm sorry about kissing you...l-letting you kiss me. I shouldn't have. N-nevermind...W-where do you want to go? I don't want to take up your entire day..."
I sighed, oh fuck me.
“I don’t expect anything from you Tara. I mean alright at some point if you want anything to happen here then it can, but I don’t expect you to do whatever it is you think I expect you to do.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the seat.
“I think it’s pretty clear that I’m attracted to you,” under-fucking-statement of the century, still not really the whole point of all this.
“But I’m not going to push you to reciprocate or do anything your uncomfortable with.”
Let’s not even mention the fact that she’s 17 and I could go to jail, though I guess I’ve already taken her across state lines so what’s a little statutory rape? God, I was so out of my league here, but did I really care? I glanced at her, God I was fucking crazy but I wasn’t really caring. In fact if she told me right this second she wanted to be with me … fuck doing the right and honorable thing.
I’m not an honorable guy; I just happen to care what happens to her, not just because I do eventually want her in my bed. Eventually - god I sound like I’m patient, I’m really not and usually I want something when I want it. Yet here I am, telling Tara if she ever decides she wants me then here I am. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Women, god.
“So basically apology not accepted because there’s nothing to apologize for. I liked kissing you and I liked that you let me, but it doesn’t have to happen again unless you want it to.”
God, when the fuck did I become such a do-gooder.
She was nervous and fidgety and I was cursing myself. I’m not a real complicated guy, I mean I like women, I like to drink, I like country music and I want to be a lawyer, that’s pretty much the end of it. Yet here I am, risking my entire future for a girl I barely know, sure yeah I’ve known her a long time technically but I don’t really know her. I’m fucking crazy. Yet I still didn’t regret it.
"Lindsey...I'm...I'm sorry. About...I'm sorry about kissing you...l-letting you kiss me. I shouldn't have. N-nevermind...W-where do you want to go? I don't want to take up your entire day..."
I sighed, oh fuck me.
“I don’t expect anything from you Tara. I mean alright at some point if you want anything to happen here then it can, but I don’t expect you to do whatever it is you think I expect you to do.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the seat.
“I think it’s pretty clear that I’m attracted to you,” under-fucking-statement of the century, still not really the whole point of all this.
“But I’m not going to push you to reciprocate or do anything your uncomfortable with.”
Let’s not even mention the fact that she’s 17 and I could go to jail, though I guess I’ve already taken her across state lines so what’s a little statutory rape? God, I was so out of my league here, but did I really care? I glanced at her, God I was fucking crazy but I wasn’t really caring. In fact if she told me right this second she wanted to be with me … fuck doing the right and honorable thing.
I’m not an honorable guy; I just happen to care what happens to her, not just because I do eventually want her in my bed. Eventually - god I sound like I’m patient, I’m really not and usually I want something when I want it. Yet here I am, telling Tara if she ever decides she wants me then here I am. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Women, god.
“So basically apology not accepted because there’s nothing to apologize for. I liked kissing you and I liked that you let me, but it doesn’t have to happen again unless you want it to.”
God, when the fuck did I become such a do-gooder.