Taste Of Medicine | G.Daniel & M.Healy

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It had been a week since I last saw George. I hadn't had a phone call. A text. He'd been ignoring me. I was aware of that. But if he truly believed this was it for us - the end. He was massively fucking mistaken.

I know him. Better than anyone. Better than his girlfriend. Even more than he knows himself.

The first time we fucked. I knew he had a girlfriend. I was aware he was madly in love with his childhood sweetheart. And nothing was ever supposed to come of that. It was supposed to be a one time thing.

It was a revenge fuck. I think it was his way of letting out some anger. Letting off steam sort of speak. And boy did he do just that. We were at it all night.

Him and Jessie had had a massive fall out that night. I don't really know the ins and outs of it. I didn't really care to know either. He was there, I was there. It just happened. It was what we both wanted at that moment in time.

I'd always found George attractive. I'd always imagined what he'd be like in bed. I'd constantly sit and make scenario's up in my head. Thinking of how he'd take me and where. And I wasn't afraid to share them with him. I think he liked that. He liked how open and forwards I was.

He was aware I fancied him from the beginning. He knew I wanted him. It was just a matter of when.

I never thought it'd become an addiction for both of us. I never believed we'd both end up falling in too deep. And left with feelings for one another.

I'm aware I'm the one here who's going to end up with nothing at the end of it. While he get's to have his cake and eat it too.

But I'd much rather have him, when I can. Than never have him at all.

And maybe that end has finally come with us. Maybe he has actually called it a day and cut the strings with me. And a few weeks ago, I'd of been okay with that. I'd of let him go on living his life with little miss perfect.

But a couple of weeks ago, I didn't love George.

So, no. I'm not allowing this to be the end.

I can't.