A Hope and a Chance(25)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Fighting about it was hopeless. It wouldn’t get us what we wanted, which was apparently each other.

14

I stayed in my room for the next few hours, bawling my eyes out. I truly believed that at any minute Chance would come back into the house and say he’d changed his mind, but he never did. When I finally realized he wasn’t coming back in, I got redressed and finished painting my room.

I kept myself occupied, but never belted out a tune again. After another hour’s worth of work, I managed to get everything cleaned up, except for myself. I mostly had paint on my face and in my hair. There was still some on my arms, but it was peeling right off.

I thought about taking another bath, in hopes that it would make me tired and I could go to sleep. I needed to eat, but the last thing I wanted to do was see someone who did not even want me, someone I was never allowed to have.

I had to do something. There had to be a way for us to be together. I couldn’t stand living in this house another moment and knowing he was just outside my door. My mind was a cesspool of knowledge, and I couldn’t find a loophole. There was no way my father would ever let me be with Chance, and he wasn’t willing to go against my dad’s wishes. It was almost as if my dad had something on him.

He kept talking about things from his past, and his sister even hinted about something bad that happened. I felt horrible for saying those things about him living in a pool house. I don’t know why I’d done that. The worst part is that I thought the pool house was great. If he could only see the shack that we had to live in at my grandmother’s he would have been appalled.

It was Saturday night and I was hiding out in my room from someone I didn’t want to hide from at all. I need to feel him. I just wanted to be close to him.

Then it hit me. I knew exactly what I had to do, but getting the nerve to do it was going to be another story. Modesty was never a downfall, but being with a guy was. Somehow, when I was with Chance, I never felt embarrassed. He made me feel so desirable. Just thinking about the things he did with his tongue gave me goose bumps. I was standing in the middle of my room running my hand over my lips with my eyes closed. I must have looked ridiculous.

With a plan mapped out, I knew what needed to be done. Instead of getting in the shower, I headed down to the pool.

I had no idea where Chance had gone, but once I got outside I made it my mission to hunt him down. I didn’t have to walk far. He was sitting at the picnic table smoking a cigarette. “You know those things will kill you?” I hated the smell of them.

He smirked. “Yeah? So will your father when he finds out I fucked his daughter, for the second time.”

I watched the smoke exit his lips. It made me think about what he had done with that same mouth earlier. The way he said the word “fuck” gave me butterflies between my legs and I was already so turned on just being this close to him.

I bit my lip and approached him.

“Do you care if I go swimming?” I asked in my sexiest voice.

“Nope, you don’t have to ask permission.” He answered, while never taking his eyes off my mouth.

I ran my hand over my neck and down the fabric of my shirt, taking my time once I got to my chest. My lips were parted just enough where he could see my tongue licking across my top teeth as I watched my own hand sliding down. I took my shirt into my hands and pulled it over my head slowly, while I faced him. When I looked at him again, he was sitting at the table with his mouth wide open. He was even more shocked to notice I wasn’t wearing a bra.

To be honest I was shaking like crazy. If he thought this show was at all easy for me he was insane. Had it not been for us already having sex, I wouldn’t be doing it at all. It was my last desperate attempt at getting him to want me.

Was it pathetic? Probably, but I was still going through with it.

He caught my eyes with his and snapped his attention to being serious. I was afraid he would be mad. “What are you trying to do, Hope? Are you teasing me on purpose?”

I watched as I ran my hands up my smooth skin. Without looking over to see his expression, I answered him. “I was kind of hoping you would want to watch.”

I didn’t wait to see his reaction. I turned my back to him. Slowly, with even more courage than it took for the shirt, I slid my pants down off my feet and dove into the pool. I surfaced in the shallow end, making sure my breasts came out of the water enough for him to see. I played around splashing in front of me, while I looked directly at him.

“Come on. What are you waiting for?” I said quietly again, while I rubbed my hands from my neck to the back of my hair.

“Please don’t do this to me. I’m trying so hard to do the right thing here.” He put his face into his hands. “I know I screwed up twice already, but this has to stop. I’m making an adult decision. You’ve got to respect that.”

“I’m not even near you. You don’t have to touch me, if you don’t want to,” I taunted him. His mouth was saying one thing, but his eyes were in a different place. I could tell he was already fucking me in his mind and it made me want to keep it up. His hands may not have been touching me, but it felt like they were. I was in a pool of cool water and felt like I was burning up.

“You’re killing me.” He put his head between his legs and tried to gain composure. “Please stop fighting me on this.”

I was determined to keep at it. He had to give in. There was no way he was going to walk away with me doing this.

“What if I had a solution?”

He crossed his arms, like my idea wasn’t going to be a good one. I couldn’t help notice his muscular biceps flexing as he did it. “Just one weekend. Be with me for one weekend. By Monday you can go back to ignoring me like you normally do.”

He observed me with pain in his eyes. When he stood up I got excited, but then I watched him shake his head and walk into the pool house.

I stayed in the shallow end sulking for a few more minutes until I realized I’d made a complete fool out of myself. I should have just stayed in my room. There was nothing more humiliating than what I’d just done. My eyes filled with more tears and I knew I would never be able to face him again.

Just as I started to climb out of the pool I heard a splash coming from the other end. Before I was able to turn I felt his hands around my waist.

His lips found my shoulder and he kissed it with his tongue.

Chance turned me to face him. His hands cupped both sides of my face. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”