The Recall Trials Chapter 25: Honey Between Her Thighs II

"Can I... touch you?" I whispered.

"Yeah," she nodded.

God, I was trying to be careful. Gentle.

But she made it so hard.

"You’re so hot," I whispered against her ear, and her breath hitched.

I turned her gently by the waist, until she was facing . Her eyes went dark, full of sothing that wasn’t innocent anymore.

Then I leaned down and kissed her again.

But this ti, it was more intense. It was deeper.

Her hands slid up my chest. I let mine fingers roam around her waist, her back, the curve of her hip in that dangerously tight swimsuit.

Still, I needed more.

"You want this?" I asked, resting my forehead on hers.

She nodded. "Yeah.."

I paused, scanning the locker room. No caras in sight. At least, none I could see. That didn’t an they weren’t watching. They always were. But in that mont, I didn’t care.

Zaara looked up at , parting her lips, waiting for to make a move. And I did.

I stepped in, slowly, and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.. When she let out that moan, every ounce of control I had vanished in a second..

I slid a finger between her thighs, just to feel her. God. She was soaking. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting the slick sweetness of her. The mont her taste hit my tongue, I was gone. God....she was delicious. Warm, wet, and soft... like honey lting on my tongue, honey dripped straight from heaven. She was everything I never knew I craved.

She gasped when I added another finger, her body tightening around . She was damn tight. She moaned, gripping my shoulder.

It beca difficult to slide in two fingers, and I didn’t want to hurt her; she felt so delicate. Wait, what if she’s a virgin? I wondered.

I hesitated for a mont, unsure if asking would feel awkward. Gently, I pulled back one finger and leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Have you done this before?"

She gave a small nod. "No," she said softly.

Holy shit.

What the hell...

My heart dropped. What the hell am I doing?

She was a virgin. Not just that, she’d never even been touched like this before.

Suddenly, the heat of the mont felt wrong.

It was more than I’d expected, more than I’d ever really thought about. Was I even ready for sothing like this? I didn’t know. Honestly, I didn’t think I was.

I could see it in her eyes, curiosity, trust, maybe even vulnerability. And I was about to cross a line she might not even be ready for.

The truth was, I didn’t even know if I was ready to carry that. Was I even the kind of person who deserved sothing that pure?

She had never been touched before....not by anyone. And sohow, out of all people, I ended up being her first...

.

I’ve been with so many girls over the years that I’ve honestly lost count. Flings, one-night stands, rushed hookups that ant nothing hours later. I’d gotten so used to detachnt that I forgot what it ant to matter in a mont like this. To an sothing.

And yet, there she was, completely open, vulnerable, willing to give sothing she’d never given anyone..... sohow made feel like a fraud.

And I couldn’t stop thinking: What did I ever do to deserve that kind of trust?

I didn’t deserve her. Not her gentleness. Not her unscarred, untouched body. Not the way she looked at like I was safe. Like I was worthy.

Because in that mont, I wasn’t. And that was the part that hurt the most.

My chest was tight. The guilt made it hard for to breathe. My hand stilled. I pulled back, gently, like I was afraid to break her.

"Hey... I—" I said. "I’m sorry. I can’t do this."

The words ca out harsher than I ant, like I was brushing her off, not protecting her.

She blinked, confused. Her brows furrowed. "Did I... do sothing wrong?" she asked, like she was already bracing for rejection.

"No. God, no. Not at all." I shook my head quickly. "You should, um... probably get dressed. Before soone cos in."

Her face changed, she was hurt. Disappointnt? Embarrassnt? Anger? Maybe all three.

Without a word, she reached for her swimsuit and slipped it back on. The air in the room shifted....what was just warm now felt cold and heavy.

She gave one last look, then turned and walked toward the door.

The bang when she slamd it shut, echoed.

I just stood there, my heart still racing.

I ssed up. I really ssed up.

Why was I freaking out?

Because she’s a virgin. And I didn’t expect that to matter but it did. Way more than I thought it would.

I leaned back against the bench, closed my eyes, and exhaled slowly.

That look on her face.....it wasn’t just disappointnt. Like I’d promised to keep her safe, and instead, I let her walk straight into the fire. And then I walked away.

She trusted . And I let her down.

I didn’t an to hurt her. God knows I didn’t. But I did. And that’s what killed . Intent doesn’t erase pain, does it?

She was right there, ready to give a part of herself no one had ever touched. And I froze. I panicked. Not because I didn’t want her, but because I did. Too much.

Everything about her was soft. Gentle. She had this way of looking at like I was worth sothing more than I’d ever believed I was. And I let her walk out thinking she wasn’t enough.

What the hell was wrong with ?

I ran a hand down my face, trying to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming. All the tis I’d been careless, thoughtless, selfish. All the tis I’d chased the thrill instead of the aning. And now, when sothing real was finally in front of , I crumbled.

And now... now she probably hates .

I thought about going after her. Apologizing. Explaining. But what would I even say?

Sorry for making you feel like you weren’t enough?

Sorry for stopping because I realized I might love you and that scared the shit out of ?

None of it felt like enough.

Because part of was still scared. Scared of being soone she deserved.

The truth was simple.

I didn’t know how to handle sothing that pure... because I’d never had it before. And now that I did...I was terrified of ruining it.

But maybe I already had.