Brielle's Pov
His warm tongue runs along my lower lip asking for the permission to explore my mouth. There's not a nano gap available for oxygen and my lungs are giving out at this rate. Every kiss I share with this guy is quite sloppy and intimate but empty, lack of feelings.
With his hips locking mine and iron grip on my jaw, I can barely move a centimeter. I unfist his shirt and have to use both my hands to slightly push him away before I black out from the lack of air. He softly pulls my neck towards him, his forehead touching mine, his panting breath hitting my nose.
" I think we should go back to being friends."
His voice is echoing in my brain cells. My throat gulps so hard praying I heard him wrong. My heart sinks in the stomach which finds it hard to digest his sudden blunt words.
I knew this'd happen. He knew this'd happen. But then why's the excruciating pain starting to build up in my chest? Those familiar honey brown eyes are frantically searching in mine probably expecting I'd bombard him with questions he can't and won't answer.
Without my consciousness, my lips stretch and fake smile on their own. I turn the other cheek and try to blink away my tears which are threatening to fall uncontrollably.
"Sure"
His hands griping on my hips hung loosely. For one second, I even think he wants me to hold him back. What's the point crying over spilled milk?
I'm on the verge of breaking down. It's her. My intuitions are rarely wrong. Them making out in the club has never left my vision since that night.
What makes me think that'd not have happened if I act ignorant? Of course, the red flags were raised here and there.
" I'd be there for you when you need me. You know that, right?"
Lame
His palm reaches out to graze my cheek. Not wanting his addictive touch, I step back. I should have done that a while ago. That little demeanor hurts him.
No you fool, Brielle. He's the " the-world-revolves-around-him" man. Nothing hurts him. He coughs trying to ease the tension between us.
" It's getting late. Let me give you a ride home, Bri."
The wind blows hard swaying my weak structure. He fixes his composure running his hand in his already messy hair. A habit he does whenever nervousness crawls up his spine.
" I'm walking home."
My voice comes out like he's not destroyed our two year relationship single handedly in one second in one sentence. Turning his back hesitantly, he nods knowingly that I might need some alone time.
Just before he steps into his car, I shout in a furious tone.
"You should rinse your mouth."
Confusion is written all over his face. He furrows his eyebrows not being able to catch up with me.
" Don't let her taste me on you. My lip balm is expensive."
He seems taken aback by my bitch tone and witty comeback. Good.
" Bri, I....."
Hmm,so much for the comforting words. Who would believe the sugarcoated lies?
" Don't"
My face is probably red from my boiling anger.
"Just go."
He slams the car door shut and presses his pedal too hard. His car is getting smaller and starting to disappear from my vision with every breath I'm taking.
