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    I Fell In Love With A Straight Girl Chp 9

    I woke up to the warmth of her head on my chest, the smell of her hair replace the smell of my room. And for once, after the countless women I had been with. I finally understood what it meant to make love. 
    I closed my eyes and let the feelings of last night rush through my veins. Carmen slept peacefully next to me, and I imaged what it would be like to wake up next her angelic face everyday. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. “You know better then that” I yelled at myself.
    There was a light knock on the door. “Breakfast in 15 Shane.” Tina said through the door. 
    “Thanks T.” I said sleepily, causing Carmen to awake
    She stared at me for awhile, letting her mind and eyes adjust. 
    “Hi.” I said
    “Hi.” She smiled back
    “Tina made us breakfast, if you are interested.” I ofter 
    “That would be great.” She said as her hand trailed under the sheets, and down my stomach. Her touch lightly tickled my skin, causing me to smile. 
    “Tina is so nice, you said she was just your friend, what happen to your father?” She asked while tracing the outline of my body. As much as I wanted to tell her, the words formed into cement which quickly shaped into bricks that build a wall. I looked at her with sad pleading eyes. 
    Confused she looked at me, “What about a pet, did you ever have one?”
    I stared blankly at her, how could I tell her that the only pet I had was taken to the pound when I was put in foster care. 
    She paused, then asked what would seem like an easy question. “Did you grow up here Shane?”  Helplessly I kissed her lips, hoping the gesture would make up for my lack of answers.  Sighing she laid on her back, and I got up, and starting to look for my clothes.
    “What about your tattoo, how old were you when you got it.”
    “I was 15.” I said coldly
    “Why do you have it?” 
    “Because I like it.” I found my pants and put them on, followed by my wrinkled shirt that covered my tattoo. She rose from the bed and found her clothing “I’m just going to go.”
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