The Lonely Hearts Club

Chapter 47: The Discussion (Bree)

Everything is fine.

I kissed Hades, then he kissed me.

It's even.

It was a really good kiss, I liked it, and I want to kiss him again. There's really not much else to say about the situation.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

We're standing across from each other in his apartment elevator. It smells like cinematic and soft jazz music is playing in the background.

Hades is just...staring at me.

He nods a little and clears his throat.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

"About us kissing?" I raise an eyebrow and his cheeks flush a little.

I know he did not just blush.

"Yeah," he mutters. "You thought it was okay?"

It was a lot more than okay.

"Yes."

"I want to make sure because I don't really do the whole kissing thing that much." He confesses.

What?

Did I hear that correctly?

He kisses like he's had a lot of practice and, if he doesn't kiss that much, then what does he do when he's hooking up?

"So, you thought it was good?" He checks.

It was also a lot more than good.

"Yes, but what do you mean you don't kiss people that much?"

I can't move past that.

Every guy I've ever hooked up with has always kissed me. Extensively and grossly, but they still kissed me.

"I just don't." He shrugs.

"But—"

"You can fuck people without kissing them." He says bluntly.

I think I would cry if a guy didn't want to kiss me while we did that.

"What would you do if they tried to kiss you?" I ask when the elevator dings and lets us out onto his floor.

"I don't let them," He shrugs. "And besides, it's hard for them to kiss me when they're facing a wall."

Facing a wall? So that means he's not even looking at the women he's with.

By now we're in his apartment.

"Is that the way you do it every time?" I can't help but ask.

"Every time."

Oh.

No offense to Hades, but his sex routine sounds horrible. No kissing and no eye contact, like, at all?

He's just...using them.

I don't want to have sex with him anymore.

I despise the feeling I get after knowing I was only used for my body. I vowed that I wouldn't let myself get into those situations ever again.

I think Hades notices my switched demeanor because his eyes widen.

"Wait," he says, slightly panicked. "With the right person, I wouldn't do that, I would make it so much nicer, that's just what I did in the past with randoms who didn't care about me either."

"They didn't care?"

"No, we barely knew each other's names."

"What about Heather?" I ask.