Our big family (book three of Unbroken series)

"You didn't need to come," I said as I pulled away from our hug.
"Yes I did," Andy insisted.
"I'm fine. He didn't do anything that bad, I promise," I lied.
"Kit, we both know that you are a terrible liar. Tell me what happened," Andy sighed.
"Okay," I mumbled as I turned and headed up the steps to my bedroom. I hadn't changed it since I moved back except that I had put all of the spare clothes that Andy had left into a drawer.
Andy followed me into my room and sat on my bed. He stared at me intently with his sparkling, blue eyes.
"Johnny had been flirting with me for a while, but I would shut down his advances. Last night while I was at work...he french kissed me and slid his hand into my pants," I shivvered as I remembered the feeling of being so violated, "He called me a slut, and I slapped him. That's it. I wasn't raped. I'm okay."
Andy got up from the bed and engulfed me in a hug.
"You're not okay, Kit, I can tell. Calvin wouldn't have called me if he thought you were okay. I honestly want to go kick that bastard's ass."
"Andy, don't. He won't bother me again. I'm not going to work there anymore. I may become broke, but I won't take another step in that place as long as I live."
"I'm sorry, Kit," Andy mumbled into my hair.
"Why?"
"For everything. For breaking up with you. For kissing you when you didn't want me to. For not being there when that asshole touched you. I'm really sorry."
"Not all of that was your fault," I said.
"Yes it is.If I hadn't broken up with you, no of this would have happened."
"Andrew Dennis Biersack," I scolded as I stepped away from him, staring straight into his eyes, "none of this is your fault. Yes, you brokeup with me, but that wasn't all of your fault. The whole situation was a mess. Secondly, I may not have seemed like I wanted to kiss you, but in reality, there was nothing else that I wanted to do, and that scared the shit out of me. Thirdly, there was no way you could have known that Johnny would have touched me. You put too much blame on yourself. I love you too much to see you beat yourself up about things that happened in the past."
"Kit, I...," Andy said, but instead of finishing his sentence, he pressed his lips up against mine.
My head and my heart were battling for dominance. My head was telling me that this would only lead to me getting my heart broken again. On the other hand, my heart was telling me that he had learned from his mistakes. In the end, my heart won and I gave into the kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed his hands on my hips. I leaned forward enough to cause Andy to fall backwards onto the bed and taking me with him. I played with his lip ring and he growled from the back of his throat. I parted from him long enough to take off his shirt to expose his tattooed chest. I began to nip at the skin of his neck as his warm hands slid up my shirt and made their way to the hook of my bra, which he quickly unclasped and threw across the room. I unbuttoned his pants and took them off of him. He pulled my shirt off of and I quickly rid myself of my jeans and underwear. I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious about myself. I had never gotten this far with anyone before and I no one had ever seen my dirty little secret completely exposed. I knew that Andy noticed that something was wrong.
"Kit, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern cloaking his voice.
"I...how...how can you think I'm beautiful when you see me like this?" I asked as I looked down at my scars.
"You are not your skin. I don't care how many scars you have, you are still beautiful. I'll still think you are gorgeous when you're old and grey. You are perfect in my eyes," Andy whispered.
I felt a tear fall down my face. Never in my life had anyone said anything that sweet to me in my life.
Andy leaned up enough so that he could kiss every scar that marred my skin.
"You...are...a...godess...," he murmered between kisses.
"I love you, Andy," I whispered to him.
"I love you too, Kit. I love you more than anything. Will you please be my girlfriend again?" he asked.
"You didn't even need to ask," I responded before kissing him gently on the lips.
"I didn't mean to move this fast. I'm sorry," Andy apologized while blushing slightly.
"There's no need to apologize. I'm...I'm ready, Andy."
A smile played on Andy's lips as he pulled my face closer to his.
I smiled too because I was finally ready to give all of myself to the man that I loved.

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