Chapter 19

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Shane

I'm upset.

I feel guilty.

The disapproval on everyone's face really made me upset.

I wish Felicity never met my family.

I wish she has just...just stayed hidden forever.

My brothers ruin everything.

My family is mad now that we didn't use protection.

Well it's not of their damn business.

I feel like I wronged her. Like I forced her into something.

Felicity's family decided to have Thanksgiving with us. They told us while she was helping Lauren get changed.

I want to take my baby girl and go home.

I miss having tickle wars and playing music and both of us singing horribly, and having bubble baths in our bathing suits.

I want to have sex with her again, but this time I want to put my mouth between her legs. This time I want to wake up, naked, with her in my arms. I want her to wear my t-shirt after sex and walk around with messy sex hair.

I want to taste myself against her lips.

I want to taste her on her lips.

I want to watch her cut up fruits. I want to take showers with her.

I sigh, and I just go get in the shower myself.

I douse my hand in soap and wash my hair.

As I wash it out, I hear the bathroom door creak.

I tense slightly.

"Shane?"

Felicity.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Um..." she hesitates.

The shower curtain moves.

I turn.

She's peeking in at me. I'm standing here, naked, and there's soap in my hair.

I wash it out, my eyes closed.

I wash it out until it's soap free, and when I open my eyes, she's standing before me, naked.

My eyes widen slightly.

There's still a hickey on her breast.

"Hi." I say, slightly surprised.

She looks nervous.

I know she gets anxious being so forward with sexual things.

I step out of the water, and she gets into it.

I watch as she puts her head back, her eyes closed, standing under the spray of the shower.

When she's completely soaked and dripping, she steps back, grabbing her soap.

I watch as she puts some in her palm, rubs her hands together.

She covers her hair in the soap, and I watch as she washes it out.

I start washing my body, and when she's done rinsing her hair, I rinse my body, and wash as she washes herself.

She sits down on the floor of the shower to shave.

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