MARSHALL APARTMENT
"Make love to me."
Lauren's words
are hot, heavy, as they sweep into
Alex's ear.
Her hands continue to caress his
bare chest, but he barely even feels them. He is absorbed by memory ...
He can almost feel his skin on Jason's, his quivering fingers roaming over
Jason's body. He can feel the warring sensations -- the pleasure, so strange
and so wonderful, wanting so badly to take over but drowning in the waves
of doubt and remorse. He can hear the words pounding on his brain: You
can't do this. Not again. But his body wants to overpower the warnings--
And suddenly, he is very conscious
of Lauren's skin pressed against his. His body is covered in a cold sweat,
and it is sticking them together ever so lightly.
He tries to raise himself off of
her a little, but he cannot escape her gaze as her face hovers just inches
from his.
"I want this, Alex," she whispers,
moving in for another kiss. Her lips crush into his but they meet no response.
"Alex?"
"Yeah ..." His voice is distant --
he barely even recognizes it himself.
"What's wrong?" Lauren widens the
gap between them a bit, although Alex can sense her hesitation in doing
so.
"Oh, God," Alex mutters.
"What?"
"I can't," he says quickly, pushing
himself up off of her and rising to his feet. He moves quickly for his
shirt, picking it up from the floor and struggling back into it.
"Why not?" Lauren asks, an edge of
annoyance creeping into the question. "Why does it always go like this?"
"Because ..." He shakes his head.
"I just can't." He looks around almost frantically and then adds, "I need
to get out. I need some fresh air, I need to think. You can ... you can
let yourself out."
He scrambles for the door, still
trying to pull his head together. "I-I'm sorry," he says as he exits the
apartment.
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