Chapter 30 a minute of your forever

I find myself back to the very place I ran away from again last night…back home with Tyler. I cannot do this to him. Not again.
It is hard to begin to imagine what Tyler is going through, I have nothing but lied to him since the day that we met. So I can completely understand why he does not want me in his presence anymore, but we have come such a long way and I truly believe that our love is strong. I might not be the best wife, but I know that I am what he needs, and I do believe that he does want me.
I am not proud of what I have done.
The fact is I was completely out of control before I met Tyler. I was living a rather questionable lifestyle. The mere sight of him that day where he so pleasantly walked into my life, since that day I fell in love with him. And it was since that day that I vowed to be a better woman, the only thing I did not change about myself was the fact that I needed to keeps secrets. It is because of this very reason that we are standing on the brink of being split up from what would have been the perfect fairy tale.
So, I am once again trying to make some form of peace between us. If I can do it for just so long then I know that there would be a chance, there would be a future for us still. And it is with this that I try to reach out and touch what I have been desiring to feel for nearly three days now. I hate to think if I have to go without him for even three weeks, three months, or even three years. I need this little bit of hope to know that be will be okay.
But just as the very words that I know come from the deepest depths of me form over my lips, he looks me in the eyes and shakes her head. And with that, he rushes from her seat and storms out the door.
I rush after him in absolute haste; once again, he makes his way down the hallway. I catch up to him in only a few giant leaps and gently lay my hand on his shoulder. "Please stop running away from me."
"What? You want me to run into your arms. Well, that is simply not going to happen Jenna."
"Tyler, please let me explain."
"There is absolutely nothing to explain. Tell me what is next? A secret love affair somewhere, god, even a child that I don't know about. What is it, Jenna?"
"Tyler, please can we just talk?"
"I cannot stand to be in your presence right now."
With that I feel defeated and drop my head to the ground. He is right, I would not want to be in my presence either. I have taken what is supposed to be sacred and I have made a complete mess of it all. I should have trusted him enough with even the deepest darkest secrets of my life.
I have failed Tyler.
…Tyler POV…
Maybe I am being unreasonable, maybe I should give her at least a moment, at least a minute. I need to stop and realise that if I keep on pushing her away then I might lose her and the baby forever.
"Please," she reaches out her arm, trying to pull me back into the comfort that I know it provides. I know that if she just stays in my arms for one minute, then I know that there is where I want to be. But she is mad, I am furious and I don't know how to fix it.
"Tyler, I love you. I have loved you since that very first day I laid my eyes on you and it is you that I will love until I cannot lay them on you anymore."
"You know what Jenna? You are so full of yourself. Do you for one minute think I believe those sweet words that come from your mouth? It seems to me that you live for danger; you live to conquer. Well, you are not climbing this mountain."
"Then do answer this, why have you not pushed me away yet."
"Maybe I too like playing games. See, my heart has been scorned far too many times. Woman like you are the reason why a men like me did not want to commit."
Then, I feel a sting, a suffocating grip on my heart. It feels as if there is no air flowing to my lungs. This what it feels like to get rejected, to be pushed away again? I am getting hurt all over again and it is all my fault. Though I need fight for what is left between us. I need to save whatever there is left saving.
I step one step closer to her and slowly drive that gorgeous body back into the wall. I pin her gently between my arms
The scent of sweet vanilla and hints of honey attacks my senses. It knocks my breath away, and beyond my control, I press my head even closer to hers. Her scent is beyond intoxicating; I want more of her. And as I listen, I hear her soft rapid breaths singing like music in my ear. There are tingles of pleasure running down my spine, something beyond what I have ever experienced with a woman before.
I softly moan deep in my chest; this is something that I have been missing. This is the woman that I want, not just now, but I want myself getting lost in her over and over again. And my first instinct is to run my hands over her waist and resting them at the small of her back, but as I find my hands trail the way, her expose skin melts by only my touch. If I was not captivated before, then I truly am now.
But as soon as I rest my hand just above would possibly is the tightest ass I would ever feel in my life, then out of nowhere, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. And as she speaks, her angel voice peeks the very thing that had me coming down here in the first place.
"Let me go, Tyler."
"No, Jenna, not until we have talked this out. I am not leaving you mad again." So I pull her closer once again, and surprisingly she does not push me away from her.
"Please come back home?"
"What makes you think I want to?"
"I can see it in those deep blue eyes."
And just for a brief moment, my sugarcoated words bring a rosy color to those already burning cheeks. Then beyond what I can ever imagine, she pulls me closer to her. I feel seven sensations of pleasure as her long delicate fingers find their way underneath the buttons of my black designer shirt. She runs her nails over every inch of my rippled abs. That frustration has now hit an all-time high, and high is what I want to find myself in every corner of her body.
I lean closer until my breath is lingering on the tips of her ear, "I love you, please come home."
"No."
I love every single rejection that she throws in my path; it only fuels my determination. A determination that gently nudges her chin between my fingers. And if all at once, she stops breathing and everything disappears, it is her and me alone.
Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away again, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.
"Jenna, please, I love you. If you do not want to give me a lifetime, then at least just give me a minute, at least just sixty seconds to prove to you how much I love you."
"Tyler, I know you love me, but I have broken your heart again. I have lied to you."
"Yes, you have lied, and you had your purpose for doing so. We have a purpose, we are having a baby. This, us, we can't just throw it all away. Just give me that one minute, that is all I need."
"You have one minute."
I slowly move in and press my lips against her plump, velvety ones. They are warm and taste like cotton candy. They are softer than I can remember. I place my hand at the small of her back and pull her closer. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss.