I Know What You Did Last Summer [Private RP // Finished! Thanks for reading!]

“It’s not you!” Joy blurted out without thinking, wincing when she realized what she’d said. She ran a finger through her short hair while the other one gripped her shirt tightly. He looked so tired, and lost and it killed Joy. She was the reason he was like this.

Joy should have done this a long time ago, the second she had committed that heinous act. She pressed her legs closer and clutched the hen of her shirt with both hands.

“Bryce…” she started, unable to look at him in the eyes. “I think we should break up…”

Joy felt like crying. She felt dirty. She was just an idiot.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered. “It’s my fault. I should have been careful. I don’t have any excuses for what I did…”

Joy refuses to look at him, trembling slightly, wanting nothing more than to just take her hands out of his hold. She didn’t know how to tell him.

“I… when you were away on that trip of yours…” she started slowly, shame seeking into her voice. “I was out drinking. I… drank too much and…”

Joy cut herself off, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, disgust filling her as she talked. She’d betrayed him.

Joy looked horrified. She knew he didn’t have any more reason to trust her, but to ask that… it clearly proved she had shattered his trust.

“No!” she exclaimed, tears finally spilling from her eyes. “Once. It just happened once. I never saw him again. I can’t stomach the thought of it. I’m sorry, Bryce…”

“I cheated, Bryce,” Joy forced out through her tears. “How could that have ever worked out? How could I look into your eyes and tell you I got myself wasted and let another man touch me?”

She didn’t miss the crack in his voice, the way it shook when he spoke. How could she do this to him? She shouldn’t have gone to the bar. She should have controlled herself. She had no excuse for what she did. She just had herself to blame.

“I felt ashamed of myself. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself,” Joy continued, missing the warmth of his hands, and hid her face in her hands. “That’s why I’ve been avoiding you. Because I can’t stand looking at what I had and let go because I was impulsive and couldn’t control myself.”

Hearing that only made Joy break out sobbing.

“Why? Why?” She sobbed into her hands, her heart aching. Why was he forgiving her? He shouldn’t. He should kick her out for breaking his trust. He should hit her and shout at her and not look at her like she was still the most precious thing to him. “Why are you forgiving me? Why are you saying you trust me? Why, Bryce? You can yell at me, hit me, do anything so why are you still being so gentle?”

Joy’s red, watery eyes met his as her tears began to fall faster. His touch still burned her like it did the first time. It still sent shivers down her spine because, why wouldn’t it? She still loved him. Loved him to the core of her being.

Normal men would have kicked her out. They wouldn’t have spared her another glance. One time or more, it wouldn’t have mattered. But Bryce… he was looking into her eyes again. He was holding her hands again and touching her. He wanted to give her another chance. It was enough to squeeze her heart and release another waterfall down her face. She wanted a second chance, but could she give one to herself?

“I—I’m so—so sorry,” she hiccuped. “I don’t—don’t deserve it. You were the only one who saw the best of me and I—I exploited it and I can’t forgive myself for what I did…”

Joy obliged, taking a deep, shaky breath, her hands trembling in his hold.

“Okay…” she whispered, barely able to hear her own words. “Thank you, Bryce… thank you for being able to forgive me, and give me this chance…”

“It won’t happen again,” Joy hiccuped, her voice breaking. “I won’t let it happen again. I love you. I’m sorry.”

She felt warmth travel from her hands to the rest of her body, courtesy of Bryce’s grip. He always made her like this with a simple touch. She was so lucky to have him…

Joy nodded, reaching out to wipe her face free of tears, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted his hands on hers and his mouth claiming hers so she could forget the touch of that man…

“I have a runny nose…” she mumbled, sniffling. “Can you still…?”

Joy immediately wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back, pouring all the regret and sorrow and love she could muster into that one kiss.

She missed this. She missed feeling the warmth of his lips on hers, the way her lips molded perfectly in his. She loved the way he caressed her when he kissed her, holding on to her tightly. She missed this…

Hear spread through Joy’s body as blood roared in her ears. She felt the vibrations when he spoke and clung harder to him, not wanting to let go, not wanting to part from the warmth he gave her.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, her voice muffled by his lips pressing hard against hers.

Joy leaned into him, pushing herself against him as he tugged her closer. She missed his touches so much. She wanted him to touch her again, to get rid of the traces of the man she slept with.

Parting her lips, Joy accepted the unasked invitation, wanting him to ravish her mouth completely.

Joy mewled softly against him, gasping when he pulled her onto his lap. Her fingers slipped down to fist his shirt, gripping it tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She trembled, Bryce’s kisses turning her into jelly. She gladly welcomed his tongue into her mouth with her own, trying to gain the upper hand but failing miserably.

Joy trembled, hating the way he teased her but loving it at the same time.

“Yes,” she gasped out, desperate to have his tongue in her mouth again. “Please.”