❛ you wonder why i'm bitter ❜
you and dallas had been seeing each other for quite a while now— three months to be exact. he wasn't looking for anything serious, he thought you were on board with hooking up from time to time. however, it didn't mean you weren't special to him, because you were but he was no person to show it.
throughout those three months, you had developed feelings for dallas. you weren't one to be blamed for, almost every girl could fall for dallas if he looked their way, but it just had to be yours. he made you weak in the knees by every word, every touch, and every sensation that he had to give.
it was another one of those nights where you were putting on your boots at the edge of his bed while he lit a cigarette by the headboard. you thought pleasing him to his extremities would make him like you, but nothing ever changed.
"so when can we do this again, you and me?" he asked, but no interest sparked.
"maybe next week, i don't know." you shook your head with a bitter attitude inside of you.
he sat up, taking note of your behavior. "what, what's with the cold shoulder?"
"nothing, okay? it's late and i just want to get home." you answered.
you began to pick up your purse that he had thrown on the ground from the moment you stepped foot into his bedroom.
dallas then got up next, stopping you from leaving. you could only give him a glare but no words would come out from your mouth, speaking to him face to face would only want you to crawl back for more.
"i told you it's nothing, if i don't see you next week then so what?" you shrugged. "it's not like we're anything but casual."
"is this what it's about, how we're casual?" his fingers air quoted your words.
"yes, dallas, it is! i can't believe that you're this oblivious to see that i actually like you, all the things i make myself do in order to make you happy! there is just no way you are finally seeing how much it has impacted me."
when you didn't hear a word from him, you started to turn on your heel and head straight to the door.
all of a sudden, his warm hand reaches for your wrist, turning you back to him. you wanted to say more but instead, you let his lips crash onto yours and his hands reach behind your neck.
you let go of him, giving him a smile.
"sorry for the wait..."
