I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I felt a smile growing on his soft lips, slightly pulling them away from mine as the smile formed. He beamed his handsome smile for a moment; I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, making me giggle and grin.
After only a few seconds he pulled me our bodies closer together, pushing his lips against mine once again.

I slid my hand up to entangle it in his dripping wet locks; his arms tightly gripped around my waist, holding me ever so close to him. Our bodies and lips molded perfectly together. The cool water was up to my hips but I could feel his body heat increasing against my skin.

He pulled his lips apart from mine leaving me to stare into his eyes, questioning why he had ended our heated embrace. I searched for answers in his baby blues, finding only pain forming in them. I peered up at him so innocently—I was wondering what was running through his mind.

Releasing his arms to fall to his sides, he stared down at me, no words leaving his lips. I longed for him to say something; anything at all. He stepped back a few inches and began wading back to the stairs. I could feel my heart breaking apart slowly. What did I fucking do this time?

“An…Andy…” My voice sounded so meek and laced with pain.

He didn’t even turn around to look at me. He didn’t respond; he just kept wading. He reached the stairs and climbed out of the pool, heading for the double doors. I felt a lump forming in my throat and tears threatening to fall. I was so confused, and so very hurt. I didn’t know what had gone wrong between us—I couldn’t understand why we couldn’t just be happy together.

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Once he had let the big wooden door shut behind him, I covered my face with my hands, sobbing into them. I was left all alone in the huge pool, silently crying into my hands. I didn’t know what to do or even what to think; I was so lost.

I wiped the tears off my cheek and took a deep breath. I slowly started wading over to the steps. I decided it was best to just go up to the room, shower, and then change. I didn’t have the strength or the words to talk to Andy yet. I just wanted to go get something to eat, get a tall, Starbucks, White Mocha latte, and sit somewhere to think.

I trudged out of the pool and over to get my towel. Thoroughly drying myself off, I wrapped the towel around me and sulked over to the doors. Once out of the pool area I found my way to the elevator. I patiently waited for the metal doors to fling open, feeling a panic attack creeping up on me. I had to get out of here and get somewhere to clear my mind.

Becoming impatient, I tapped my foot to ease my nerves. The doors finally opened and I led myself inside. Ascending up at a decent speed, I prayed that Andy wasn’t in the hotel room. If he was I would just make my way into the bathroom, change, then leave without facing him.

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I slowly pushed the room door open, peeking around the edge of it to assess if Andy was there in it. The coast was clear so I made my way over to my bag to pick out an outfit. Outfit in hand, I went to the bathroom to shower.

The hot water fell around me, engulfing my body in warmth. The water instantly calmed me as it covered my body. I leaned my head back in pleasure, letting it soak my body. I shampooed and conditioned my hair with the tiny, hotel provided bottles. Rinsing them out, I lathered my body with the tiny bar of soap before rinsing off one last time, and shutting the water off.

I squeezed the water out of my hair and stepped out. Goose bumps instantly covered my body as the cold air swarmed around me like an unwanted hug. I grabbed a towel from the rack, drying myself off, and then wrapping my hair up with it.

I applied my foundation, contoured my face, and did a dark, smokey-eye look. Content with my face, I fastened my strapless bra and slipped on a short, black dress that hugged my curves. I pulled on a pair of black, boy short underwear, slipping a pair of fishnets on over them. I then layered a pair of black thigh socks overtop of the fishnets.

I unwrapped the towel from around my hair and it fell to my mid-back, slightly wavy. The chlorine in the pool had made my hair fade to a light, pastel blue. I pouted at the sight and decided I would pick up some hair dye while I was out.

I walked out of the bathroom; the hotel room still empty. I grabbed my combat boots, sliding them on and zipping them up. Lastly, I grabbed my leather jacket; shoving some money in the inner pocket, along with my phone. I checked my look in the mirror, doing a little turn.

Contended with my appearance, I left the hotel room.

Notes

Hai thuurr! So cute chapter turned into sad chapter. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sooooorrrryyyyy-- it had to be done. Why do you think Andy keeps giving Crystal such mixed fucking signals??