Part 9 – Tim’s POV

After that fateful night, I thought things between us had been ruined forever. For a week we’d hardly been speaking to each other at all, so it came as a surprise when you approached me one afternoon after rehearsal and told me that we really needed to talk. I agreed to meet you at your apartment.

I remember feeling so nervous as I walked up and knocked on your front door. I had no idea what lay ahead, but as it turns out I had nothing to worry about. You opened the door, and the sight of you took my breath away. You looked perfect. Black pants, black belt and a tight white t-shirt.

You smiled at me and I felt my heart leap into my chest. That smile and the look in your eyes told me all that I needed to know. I knew at that very moment that you still loved me, that you had forgiven me. And maybe I would be able to forgive myself. But I still wanted to make it up to you, in the way that you deserved.

I returned your smile and walked into your apartment. I went to sit on the couch but you stopped me, taking my hands in yours and pulling me close. You kissed me with such tenderness, such passion, that I thought I was going to cry. As we kissed I realized that I truly loved you with all my heart, more than I thought I could love anyone.

I desperately wanted to show you just how much I loved you, how much I needed you. As we broke apart and we looked deep into each other’s eyes, I could see that you loved and needed me just as much. The bulge pressing against my thigh was also a pretty good indication of your need. I slid my hand down and cupped you through your pants and you moaned.

Your arms wrapped around me and ran up my back beneath my jacket. Your touch electrified my senses, making me ache with need. I wanted you desperately, and you knew it. You smiled as you took my hand and led me towards your bedroom.

part 10