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Chapter 12.

Casey bit her lip as she eyed Cappie's ridged body standing in front of her. His arms were crossed over his chest and his back was stiff and painfully straight. She had gone too far, said too much, and he was hurt. He was hurt and she was supposed to make him better. That's what Wade had meant. That's what you did for someone you loved.

Easing herself off the bed, Casey closed the distance between them and pressed her body against Cappie's back, her arms wrapping tightly around his middle.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her apology getting tangled within her sigh of relief at being so close to him. Casey realized, in that moment, why her relationship with Ryan was never going to work, why her relationship with any guy was ultimately doomed to fail. Her body was practically humming with need and she felt heady and reckless. She could barely control her breathing as raw emotion bubbled up in her chest. Only Cappie could inspire such feelings in her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, turning her head and placing a few light kisses on his back, apologizing for more than Rebecca's betrayal.

Cappie let out a long sigh, letting the tension drain from his body, and turned within Casey's embrace. She tried to step forward into a hug but Cappie stopped her, holding her at bay by her upper arms.

"What exactly do you want from me Casey?"

"I don't know," she said, after a pause, shaking her head several times.

"Yes you do," Cappie threw back. His voice was calm and questioning, while his eyes were hard and accusing.

"I'm afraid," she said honestly, her voice cracking as tears stung in her eyes. She was afraid to answer, she was afraid of what her answer might mean for them. She had been dancing around the answer for weeks now, ever since she had seen Evan for what he was, ever since she realized the mistake she made, and now Cappie was going to make her say it out loud. Once she said it out loud she couldn't take it back and everything would be different.

"Just say it Case." Cappie's eyes, still bathed in an intense hardness, held hers and he seemed like he would never look away. His grip tightened on her arms when she tried to pull away and he said her name again as if he was giving her one last chance to say what was stuck in the back of her throat.

She knew what she wanted to say but couldn't open her mouth to say it. She wanted to say she was in love with him and had been too afraid to admit it to herself these past two years. She wanted to say that he had to love her back. She tried to say those exact words but her mouth wouldn't open. It was somehow wired shut.

Cappie let go of her arms when she hadn't responded; his face becoming like a mask, blank, no emotion showing threw the dead pools of blue light she stared into.

"Thanks for your concern but I think I need to be alone," he started after taking a deep breath, as if she were a stranger who had given him the meaningless get back on the horse, there are more fish in the sea speech.

"I want you to want me," she blurted out, interrupting his thank you.

Cappie closed his mouth and studied Casey's face, absorbing her words. They both knew that that wasn't what he wanted to hear and Casey hoped that it would be enough. His eyes flickered hesitantly from her eyes to her mouth, as if he was trying to decide if the benefits outweighed the risks if she was lying or if she changed her mind.

Cappie reached for her, one hand easily slipping into her hair, the other going around her waist. Apparently it was enough for now. Cappie's lips captured hers, his tongue slipping into her open mouth, pulling them into an earth-shattering kiss, and suddenly Casey was falling. Falling fast and hard, clinging onto Cappie with every last bit of strength she had. He caught her between himself and the door, bringing her mind back to reality, his mouth moving down to her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh there.

She pulled her hand threw his hair, giving it a gentle tug, as Cappie's tongue snaked out and touched her skin. A shiver went up Casey's spine, which Cappie seemed to absorb, her bodily reactions stroking the fire within him.

"I've wanted to do this since you walked in here," Cappie grunted, yanking down Casey's black tank and bra. She let out a surprised moan as he took her hard nipple into his mouth, tugging at his hair again. Another moan escaped her mouth as his tongue circled around her areola, her back arching into the hard door as he applied suction. A searing fire ran down Casey's belly and into her groin and an intense and painful pressure settled in her core.

"Cappie," she moaned. She loved being able to say his name.

"Cappie," she said again. His lips left her sensitive flesh. He applied a few heavy kisses to her already swollen lips, drawing out yet another moan before slipping his tongue in. Casey's arms entwined around his neck as her tongue touched and chased his. He tasted so familiar, like Cappie and like sex. She couldn't get enough of it, she decided as she tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss.

Cappie's hands were all over her, caressing her hips, her breasts, her thighs. He hitched Casey's leg around his hip, making her skirt ride up. He simultaneously bit into her shoulder and pushed his hips into her. Casey gasped, almost seeing stars, as she realized the true meaning of being between a rock and a hard place. At her back was the hard door and at her front was Cappie's rock hard erection pushing at her groin, his boxers, denim jeans, and her panties, the only things separating them.

Unhooking her leg from his waist, Cappie pulled Casey away from the door stripping her of her shirt and bra before pulling his own shirt over his head and letting it fall to the floor. Casey smoothed her hands up his strong arms and over his firm chest, her eyes taking him in. She followed the short hairs down his flat abdomen until they disappeared under his pants and smiled as he took in a sharp breath when her fingers lightly brushed over the bulge in his jeans.

"I can't," Cappie grunted, pulling her against his body and slanting his mouth over hers. As he kissed her his fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt until Casey felt the cotton skirt slip from her hips and pool around her feet.

"I can't wait either," was her breathless response. She pulled back and helped him take off his jeans before crawling into the middle of the bed, lying on her back. Cappie settled between her legs and slowly pulled her panties down her legs, pausing to place kisses on her hips, thighs, and the backs of her knees.

Casey's eyes went wide and all the air whooshed out of her chest as Cappie entered her, making her feel as if she had come home after a long, long winter.

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Casey half opened her eyes, her sleep muddled brain telling her only that it was night and that she was safe.

"I'm sorry I was such an asshole," Cappie said in a low voice.

Casey realized that her body was coiled around Cappie's, her head resting on his chest, which vibrated as he continued talking.

"I'm okay now," he said, his hand absent-mindedly stroking her hair. "I can't believe I almost let some chick come between us."

Casey's eyes slid closed and she fell into a dream, Cappie leading her off for a dance in the stars.