The Death of Me by Yolanda Olson Read Free Book Online

ended up hurting those around you.
    "I'm going to Grandma's house today and though you might want to come," I said, finally answering his initial question.
    "Yeah, I'd love to go," he replied as he got to his feet.
    I tore my eyes away from the Los Angeles skyline and glanced at the clock near my bed. We still had a couple of hours before we had to get there, but I had already run out of things to say.
    "What time is she expecting you?" he asked, coming over to the window.
    "Eleven-ish."
    "What's been your biggest heartbreak?" I asked, glancing up into Garrett's eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I wasn't exactly sure what his answer would be, but I knew I just wanted to know if someone else beside me could pinpoint where things went to hell in their life.
    "I honestly don't think it was just one thing. I think it was a culmination of things here and there that eventually swelled into a volcano of piss and shit, and then boom; one day the pressure just boiled. That was also the same day I told Josie about us," he said with a chuckle.
    "I really am sorry about that," I said softly.
    Garrett shrugged as he sat down in the chair near the window. He didn't say anything more on that subject; almost like he didn't want to talk about it. I kind of got it though, because had he not kept me after school one day for being tardy to class, neither of us would be here having this damn conversation.
    I glanced at him and tilted my head. Garrett's brown warm eyes were fixated on the skyline and I found myself slowly walking over the two or three steps toward him. He turned his attention to me and raised an eyebrow at my smile. Taking a deep breath, he moved the chair around so that he would be facing me completely. I filled the gap between us and put my hands on his shoulders and watching a slow smile spread across his face as he gripped my hips.
    "Remember how yesterday you said you gave up everything for me?" I asked, leaning down to graze his ear with my lips. He nodded and took in a shuddery breath. "How much more are you willing to give?"
    "Anything I have left. Anything you want, Zaydee," he whispered as his voice started to tremble.
    "Promise?" I asked, letting my lips travel to his neck.
    "I promise."
    I smiled deviously and straddled him in the chair. His breath caught in his throat because I had caught him off guard, but as I leaned down to kiss him, his hands firmly gripped my hips. I rocked ever so slightly as our tongues touched and a sigh escaped my lips.
    With as much as I hated to admit it to myself, the feeling I was getting from this kiss alone, was enough to make me want to stay with him forever. I had never felt safer than when I was in his arms, no matter how forbidden it was at the time, it just always felt right. When I felt him push his hard cock up toward me, I pulled away from him and got off of his lap. It spooked me for some reason; no matter how good the kisses were, knowing that he wanted to be inside of me scared the shit out of me.
    “I can’t. Not yet,” I whispered.
    He let out a breath, pulled my face down to his and kissed me gently on the lips.
    “I won’t force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
    That’s a first, I thought as I went back to my spot on the floor and went back to watching the History channel.

Twelve
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    B y the time ten thirty came around, we were walking toward his car. He offered to drive to Grandma's house and I accepted since I was pretty sure I wouldn't be worth much after our morning rendezvous. True, it hadn’t been as much as he would’ve liked, but it was enough for now to keep him happy.
    "Next time, we'll have to follow through on that," Garrett said as he pulled out of the parking lot.
    "Who said there was going to be a next time?" I asked, with a playful laugh.
    He glanced at me with cocky smirk on his face. It had been damn obvious at this point that he had no intentions on letting me leave so easily. It was probably