ღ all the danger signs . tavin [m]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.5px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] The night before had been crazy, he'd known that, but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut the whole time. She was the type of girl that would date a guy for a long time and with that the relationship would grow, slowly feeding bread crumbs to whoever the guy was. This was completely out of her element, he knew that. He'd been so wrapped up in the moment that he had only thought of what was happening at the time, like a typical guy, he thought with his man parts, but as he woke the morning after the fact, his partner in crime pulled her hand out of his hold, leaving his fingers cold, and he rolled onto his back, keeping his hand stretched out to her across the bed, as she rolled holding the sheet, she sat up slipping on a shirt over her bare body. The glimpse of her olive skin of her back, was like looking into heaven's white tunnel, a sight so rare and beautiful. He looked down at himself, the sheet just laying over his hips bones, after it being pulled away with her body. "Okay." he said short answered, as if not to agree with her actions, followed by a long yawn, which he covered with one of his hands. His stomach and chest was completely out in the open, and she turned, her eyes trailed down his body, pausing just above the thin sheet, before her eyes moved back to his face, she was feeling awkward, this was out of her normal. How often did she really sleep with a guy she barely knew? Probably very rarely if ever. He took the cue and too rolled towards the opposite send of the bed. It was like a tornado went off, their clothes were thrown all edges of the bed, and his boxers were hung on the bed side lamp, and he grabbed them, carefully, tugging them on under the sheet before getting out of the bed, "Naw, not really hungry." he said, scratching his head, his perfectly set hair was flung in all directions from the night activities and rest. His arms were above his head, as he stretching, his ankles and back popping in protest. "not really a morning person." he said with a shrug, before he leaned down grabbing his clothes spread through the flooring. "I don't want to keep you." he said his honey colored eyes surrounded by long dark eyelashes looked up at her, giving her a smile. He pulled his clothes on over his body, the tension and awkward feelings lessening with every article of clothing he put back on his body, once he was completely 95% dressed, besides the shirt he left in the living room, he sat on her bed to tug his shoes on, carefully pushing the hems of the pants into his expensive shoes. Once he was done, he walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him, careful not to put his mouth too close to her nose, morning breath was never appealing or sexy. "I had so much fun last night." he said, he took a step back, feeling the awkward ping in his own stomach, he had never stayed long enough to have the conversation about whether it was going to happen again or if it was a one time only kind of thing. He couldn't help but hope that somehow the actions of the night before could become something more. "I want to see you again." he said his smile bright, positive. He meant what he said, he felt like he'd die if this was the last time he'd be able to feel his skin on her flesh. "you are amazing." he said before kissing her softly on the lips, a quick kiss, before turning around and walking out her door and down the hallway back to where they'd started the night before, picking up his shirt, he turned it right side out and pulled it over his head. He was out the door and in his car before he realized how much he already missed her. "Whats happening to me?" before he drove off he twitted, "This girl is driving me insane." and turned his car on, and headed toward his house, his mom was going to be pissed. [/style]

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[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px; font-family: verdana; font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;]Okay, so maybe that wasn't how the morning after was supposed to go. As she watched him off, Andrea didn't know how to feel. She felt relief above everything else. She could now breath that he was gone. Once his car was completely out of sight, Andrea leaned up against the front door. She ran a curious hand over the lips that Tavin had kissed only moments earlier. Her eyes shot up to the ticking clock on the wall almost directly after. She'd have enough time to shower and dress if she really, truly wanted to make a showing today. In the end, she didn't. Andrea wanted nothing more than the opportunity to sort through her thoughts, and if someone questioned her the week after, she'd explain she'd come down with the flu. She wasn't necessarily lying. He stomach was swirling nauseously. Not a good sign. Once more, the last few minutes of Andrea's life flashed before her eyes. Was that all she was supposed to do? Wake up, get dressed, and offer him breakfast? Why did that even matter? What had she possibly done? The weight of her actions made it difficult for her to stand. She couldn't shake the memory of Tavin scratching his unkempt hair out of her mind. The way hair flew out in every direction was not only cute but appealing. She'd looked away as he dressed. Meanwhile, she strolled to her dresser and grabbed a fresh pair of panties and shorts. Women in movies could pull off walking around their homes in nothing but a white t-shirt. Drea, in contrast, couldn't. Without proper covering, she was a nervous wreck, self-conscious and vulnerable to the judgment of others. Tavin only made matters worse, essentially. He drove her absolutely crazy in a matter of a couple blissful, reckless hours. He was dangerous. Tavin leaving her house at eight am in the morning would shake Drea to her core no matter what. Coupled with his pleading words, the damage from the aftershock was worse than the quake itself. Not only did Tavin have "fun" last night, but he actually wanted to see her again. Strangely enough, Andrea wanted to see him again, too. She wanted to see him so much more than she was comfortable admitting. That's exactly why she knew she couldn't see Tavin again. Right now, the surge that occupied her veins every time she thought of him wasn't the school girl crushes she was accustomed to. Now that all boundaries were set aside between them, Andrea wanted him in a way that a saint like she had prided herself after should never want. Andrea really couldn't afford to disappoint her mother twice. She hoped and prayed that Anna wouldn't find out. Andrea was twenty years old. There weren't any legalities of disowning a child at twenty. In fact, papers weren't even necessary. Simply never answering Andrea's calls served as banishment enough. Tears began streaming down Andrea's face, then. The adrenaline was no longer present to keep her above cloud nine. The guilt became mourning. Tavin's face eventually blended into Danny's. Danny's face appeared lip-locked with Jade's. In all, her body was ruled by ruthless heartache. No matter how hard she tried to suppress the negativity within her, there wasn't an escape. The quiet house was a breeding ground for self-pity and doubt. Right then, she wanted nothing more than the opportunity to set her mind straight. While Tavin was tweeting about the way she made him feel, ultimately embracing his affections, Andrea was banishing hers. Andrea wanted nothing more than the strength to forget him, and most of all, she begged for her mother's forgiveness. [/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]words 609   tags tavin<3   credit table by greyson of btn notes more depressing than i meant it to be >_>[/style]