The Water In My Lungs

The group got to Denver and hour an a half later. Then they stayed up til three in the morning going in and out of bars to listen to music, making new friends, dancing, and having more than they thought possible. Imogen was so happy that this was her life now and not some sad excuse.
Before she knew it, the guys and her were walking into some Hilton Inn that luckily had vacancies for a night. Andy and her were sharing a room and it made her a little nervous. This was the first time she'd ever be completely alone with him. No one would be around to catch them doing anything.

The elevator opened to the third floor where Andy and Imogen's room was and he suddenly felt nervous. As they walked down the halls Andg pondered exactly what he was going to say. He was going to say his real I love you.

Imogen slid the key card into the room and opened the door. Andy immediately took her hand and led her to the bed.

"Okay." He said, taking both of her hands and rubbing small circles in them. "I won't you to forget any time I ever said I love you to you alright? Because our first one sucked and I'm going to make this right."

"Okay." Imogen nodded.

"Imogen Carolyn Bradley, you have made everything in my dark life so light. The way you talk, laugh, even breathe makes me go crazy for you. I know this relationship is moving fast, and I know you shouldn't say I love you after only a week but I do. Unconditionally and irrevocably. I would jump off of a damned building for you because you mean so much to me. I'm not going to say if, I'm going to say when I hurt you, I can only hope that you'll be able to forgive me. I will make mistakes, I will fuck something up but I can only pray that I won't mess up the one thing in my life that is perfect. Because that's you. Your perfect Imogen, and I love you so much." Andy said. Imogen threw her arms around him and buried her face in his chest.

"How in the hell did I get you?" She whispered. He ran his fingers through her long hair and kissed the top of her head.

"How did I get you!?" He exclaimed. Imogen looked up at him and he leaned in and kissed her. She immediately felt how much more passionate this kiss was then their others. His lips locked around hers and his hands immediately rubbed her arms up and down. They're tongues molded around each other's in a battle for dominance that Imogen was clearly losing. Andy lightly pushed her back on the bed and rested his hands on either side of her. He couldn't handle not touching her, so he put his hands in the small of her back and pressed her body to his. She started pulling at the hem of his shirt and he broke the kiss for the shortest amount of time possible to swiftly remove the offending piece of fabric. He pulled hers off as well and started rubbing her small breasts. She moaned which he took as a notion to unclip her bra and let it fall off. She gasped as he brought his mouth down to kiss the top of her breasts and drew his mouth down to her nipple.

"Andy.." She breathed out as his tongue lapped around her nipple and moved over to the other one. "I love you so much." Andy didn't say anything because if he had he would have gone crazy. He was already so hard just hearing her pant his name and feeling her writhe beneath him. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him back to her mouth. He moaned and bit at her lip. "Your killing me."

He groaned, "I want you so bad it fucking hurts." He let his head rest on her collar bone. She closed her eyes and twisted her fingers in his hair.

"I want you too," She breathed out, "But.."

"But you're not ready." He said, trailing a thumb under her eye. She nodded softly.

"I'm sorry." She winced. He sat up, worried.

"It's okay, baby. I don't want you to ever feel pressured, alright? I love you and I'll settle for making out." He grinned at her, taking her face in his hands. She sighed and turned away.

"I feel like such a tease." She looked back at him and laid her head on his chest.

"You are not a tease. Trust me babe, I've dated teases, they suck. Your perfect and god your only sixteen!" He exclaimed, "You're not old enough for something like that, okay? I'm not asking you to do anything really far with me. I should be hung up by the damn balls for what we've done already."

Imogen felt horrified, "Wait what?"

"Nothing." Andy said, pulling her closer to him, "I just want to make sure your not upset since I am over eighteen."

"Of course not, Andy, I would have stopped you if that was the case." Imogen sighed and stood up. She grabbed her undershirt thinking the moment was over thanks to her. Again.

"I just don't want you to feel pressured." He said.

"I don't. I promise." She said, sliding the shirt over her head and taking her jeans off. He did the same and then opened his arms for her to climb in to. She did so and snuggled into his chest.

"Does it bother you?"

"What?"

"That I'm younger?" She asked, tears coming to her eyes. One slipped out and Andy saw. He kissed it away.

"No. Love doesn't count for ages, babe." He said, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. "I'm gonna cut my hair." He said, changing the subject.

Imogen raised her eyebrows, "Really?"

"Yeah, and I'm gonna go brown again. I'm tired of black." He sighed.

"That's going to look good!" Imogen exclaimed.

"You think so?" Andy asked, his eyes glistening.

"Oh yeah. Sexy." She grinned.

Andy laughed, "I love you."

"I love you too." She giggled.

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