------- He loved the girl that can't love him.....And now he can't love the girl that loves him --------
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"Don't worry.." I say, getting up off the chair and walking around him on my way out, my scarf running through his fingers lightly until it s...
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I look up at the ceiling in the eerie silence of the night, the sound of soft breathing the only noise to be heard in the room.
The fiery high and adrenaline rush that ignited the evening and brought us here to a hotel room, is slowly evaporating, leaving behind a foggy comprehension of our reality, of what we have done.
I exhale and grab the edge of the bedsheet that is covering our naked bodies, and move the cream white material off the bottom half of my body, then swing my legs off the bed to rest on the carpeted floor. My eyes look around the deem room in search of my clothes.
"Hey" a warm hand rests over the center of my back, the word drawn out softly.
My eyes spot my trousers at the corner of the bed and i make a move to grab it, but the hand curls around my torso, holding me back.
"Where are you going so soon" she murmurs, her lips making soft contact with my back.
I stand up and start to put my trousers on while facing her.
"Aaron...." She murmurs softly, patting the spot next to her on the bed, while batting her eyelashes at me.
"This is crazy..." i say with a smirk.
"But it was fun, just like old times......." she smiles, pulling her feet up and resting her chin on her raised knees, but my gaze drops.
"That's not the point." I say and start to look around for my shirt.
"Aaron, get back to bed... it's the middle of the night.... stay, we have until morning. Or until whenever we want." she drawls.
"How long have you been seeing him?"
"My love." She murmurs stretching her hand towards me and I literally flinch and feel my skin crawl at that particular word of endearment that she is using so loosely.
I look back at her, Unimpressed, infact, irritated.
"I don't know, 8 months, maybe more. But it's not serious." She answers.
"Do you feel bad for this?" i ask.
"What is this? are you suddenly growing a conscience? you were aware of every detail of my relationship with him before you brought me to this hotel room." she retorts.
"I don't owe him any loyalty.... you do.... So, do you feel bad that you spent the better part of the evening glued to each other's side at the no party, telling everyone how happy and in love you two are, then you spend the rest of the night having sex with me, a few floors up from where your boyfriend is?" I ask.
She sighs and runs her fingers through her soft silky hair.
"You started this....and now you are making it sound like some i'm some cheap slut." She grumbles.
