10 years

Chapter 3: Questions

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Never thought I could f.ucking miss her so badly. I know she had just left for Punta Cana and she couldn't really talk because of a sucky cell reception, which sucked SO bad, but d.amn. He missed her. Her little half laugh or her "oooke" that he teased her about. Then they would laugh, really laugh. F.uck. He had told her something he had never wanted her to know. He had thought her laugh was s.exy. She had been completely caught off guard.

She often was.

He loved trying to get into her head. When he first started trying to he had felt it to be so easy for him. He could unnerve her so easily. Then the tables turned. She got him probably more than he would admit. He also missed the Skype s.ex. D.amn, she was young and innocent but sure could use her mouth.

God, her pretty little mouth. He wanted to f.uck her mouth. He felt himself start to grow hard, and quickly reverted his thoughts to less s.exual things.

She had played off being 15 well. She certainly had the body and brain of someone much older. Talking to her was like talking to one of his high school friends, and he was a senior. Amara was amazing to talk to. Yes, she did the American ramble sometimes where she just got stuck talking for no real reason, but that was when they first started talking. She learned quickly how to really talk. And when she talked, you'd better f.ucking listen. She talked about everything to him. From her mom being a b.itch (she d.amn well was) or how she missed her little brother. God, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Thinking about Amara and thinking about Isa were two very different feelings. For Amara it was more fun, more cutesy, more relaxed and enjoyable. He also liked listening to her talk when they called late at night and she was quiet because she didn't want her mom to hear. When she whispered and giggled and when they starting laughing hysterically had to bury her face in the blanket.

With Isa it was so very, very different. It was stressful, tense (he had just cheated on her, how could it not), and didn't really have a meaning. They talked about her job or her stupid cat with fleas. He would try and visit her small apartment often, but hated it there. It was small, had little furnishings and smelled weird. Not bad, but very peculiar. Like her actually. He remembered when he had first picked up Isa from the airport. He had felt so relived to finally be with her in person. They loved each other and now they were finally together in the same country. He had picked her up and swung her around. She hugged him. Then he had smelled her. It wasn't bad, but for some reason it bothered him.

His thoughts began to wander.

What would Amara smell like? How would her skin feel against his? Why couldn't he think straight anymore without remembering the girl he f.ucked over Skype? She was never going to talk to him again. Probably never going to forgive him for his stupidity. And yet here he thought about her. Day and night. Still mentally calculating her being 8hrs behind when he checked the clock. Alex stands up from his chair where he had been sitting playing League of Legends. He shakes his head and walks to the bathroom.

"What is she doing to me?" He turned on the faucet and threw water on his face.

Sweet Escape by Alesso
Uh short chapter again, sorry.
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xMe