Hold her

I put my hand on her stomach and she covered it with hers, snuggling against my shoulder as we watched. Time flew by, feeling her weight pressing against me, I couldn't help but lose track of time.

Before long, Brad decided he wanted to leave which left Paige, Sam and myself. When the movie ended, Paige kicked us out nicely, and Sam and I meandered over to her car. She unlocked it, I climbed in the passenger seat and she the driver.

She opened her mouth to talk, but I stopped her saying, "Lets get somewhere a little more private first."

She nodded and started the car, driving around the block in front of an empty lot, she killed the engine and turned off the headlights, and turned to me, but I said first, "Sam, I can't describe how bad it hurt when you rejected me, or I should say stopped talking to me."

Her eyes started to well up instantaneously and she said, "I know. I have not stopped wishing that I could go back and change it. I regret it so much. Nobody has ever been as good to me as you were, and you weren't even getting anything from me that other people were."

"I was never thinking about that Sam." I said, honestly.

"You didn't want me that way..." Her voice trailed off, the sting evident in her voice.

"No, thats not it at all. You have no idea how badly I did, how much I do," I said, baring my feelings, "but I wanted to be with you regardless. I would never have held a relationship hostage for sex."

"Don't remind me," she said, holding my hand, "I don't know why I was with him for so long. You did more for my heart than any guy I've ever been with. All the while I was giving them everything, and you didn't expect anything once."

"I just wanted you to be happy," I said, averting my eyes, "even if it wasn't with me."

"I wasn't, and thats the reason why." she said squeezing my hand.

I turned back to her, looking at her eyes in the dim light of the street lamps, old feelings rushing back with avengance.

"You're not gonna run off with the first hot guy to come along are you?" I said, holding her head in my hands.

She grabbed my hand, squeezing it, and said, "You're the last hot guy I ever want."

"I'm not hot." I said, laughing, which she met without a smile.

"You are," she said seriously, "in more ways than one."