I Want Her To Know It Was Me Novels & Stories

“You don’t even know me.” “I know enough.” “No,” she replies, her clouded voice laced with the same desire burning through me. “You don’t want me.” My hand at her back, she’s pulled tightly into me. There’s no way for her to miss my very hard cock at her stomach. She sucks in a breath of shock that ends with a little moan. My dick twitches. She knows what she’s doing to me. “I think we both know that’s not true,” I tell her.

Also, we can get…’ She went on and on while I slowly returned to her words. Maybe all I need to do is tell him how I truly feel about his presence. It should help, right? Or not…

I just stood over her, tray in both hands like a weapon. She looked up, a smile already forming. “Hey, A…” I slammed the tray down. Ranch dressing sloshed over the edge, splattered her white sneakers. The whole table went quiet. “You knew,” I said, voice low enough only she could hear. “You knew I was coming over. You wanted me to see.” Her fork stilled. “It just… happened.”

She knew; she found out about her, and that didn’t sound like a good thing. “How did you know?” She scoffed as if she could not believe my question. “How did I know? She came to Stop; that’s how I know, and you didn’t answer my fucking question!” She snapped at me, glaring daggers. “I know you were upset, but this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you working yourself up because of her presence.” She shook her head. “You did not do this for me; you did it for yourself. You wanted to keep the truth of her return to yourself.”

I breathed out the words in a whisper "if you keep on kissing me like that I might end up changing my mind about going" "Oh sorry, I guess I got a little carried away" she said in between giggles. "don't get me wrong, I want this, I want you, I really, realy do, but I also really need to go. I have to tell Jeon about this, about us. He needs to know" I kissed her softly on her forehead and she responded by wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. "He might hate us both if you tell him" she said into my shoulder "maybe we should wait a little bit before shattering his heart even more"

So instead, I gave her something honest. Something I wasn’t sure I had ever said to anyone. "I need to leave," I muttered, voice lower than I meant for it to be. Her lips parted slightly, her brows drawing together. "Why?" I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "Because if I don’t—" I let the sentence hang. Because she already knew. She had to. She wasn’t fucking stupid. She knew what that kiss had been. She knew what we were now. And maybe, just maybe—

I stood on her side just admiring her face, the face that I’ve dreamed of for so many years was now mine. No one is ever taking her away from me. I will kill for her. Soon, she’ll know that I ‘m the only one who she belongs to. I lightly kissed her forehead before a text message lit up on my phone. “Your presence is needed urgently “

She said it irritably and wanted to know what I was going to say. Is that right? Is it right for me to tell him? I opened my mouth and spoke. "To Jace, there’s something you need to know about Jace."

"I-I," I stutter. "How did you even know how to get here? I've literally never told you--" "Please," she holds up her phone. Find my iPhone. Who would have guessed? I'm stupid. Well, not necessarily. It wasn't a secret: where I've been. Well, it was today, but on the other days it wasn't. He's just a friend, and hanging out with him should be like my other friends. She shouldn't care.

I needed her to know that I had been trapped, that my love for her had never wavered despite the painful misunderstandings. As she stirred from her slumber, I whispered her name, and her eyes fluttered open, revealing the warmth and affection that had always drawn me to her. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to reveal the truth that had burdened my heart for so long. "Meagia," I began, my voice tinged with emotion, "there's something I need to tell you, something that I should have shared long ago." I took her hand in mine, seeking the strength in her touch.