Making Things Right

Francis's POV

I knocked on Mary's door. No answer. I see what game she was playing. It worked. I could give her that. I knocked again. Still, no response. I couldn't resist it anymore. There was a force, a magnetic pull that drew me to her. I couldn't stop. I needed to see her, and apologize for acting like such a jerk. I wanted to prove to her that I loved her. And I will. I barged in and found Mary laying on her bed, watching me. Just smiling.

"Hello Francis. Nice of you to knock." Mary grinned.

"Mary, I need to tell you something," I said.

"Go on," she urged me, but I fought it [the urge to kiss her senseless].

"Never mind, it's nothing," to win her I needed to keep up and play her game as well.

"Alright then, goodbye," she said, dismissing me.

"Wait, I remembered," I said and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her close and touched my forehead against hers.

"I love you," I whispered. She pressed her lips against mine and pushed me to her bed.

I nibbled her ear and left a trail of kisses down her neck. She wrapped her legs around me to straddle me and I stopped.

"Sorry. I won't take advantage of you. I'll wait for you, whenever you're ready. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you're not comfortable with."

"You say that like I'm innocent," she teased cheekily and pulled me down again.