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I never wanted to be so bad

Tyler's POV:

When I woke up, I felt a weight across my waist, preventing me from moving.

Then It all came flooding back.

I managed to shift around so I could see Marcus, his hand sprawled over me protectively as little snuffles escaped his parted lips. He looked innocent and vulnerable like a child, but a few hours ago, it was a whole different story. His eyes were masked with lust and his mouth hanging open, moans falling out freely.

I smiled to myself and brushed his hair out of his eyes, not wanting to leave. Not wanting this moment to end.

After a while of watching him sleep, I slipped out of his grasp and pulled on my jeans, checking the time on my phone.

1:32 am

Hopefully I'd get home and Connor would be there...so that I could tell him was in love with someone else.

As I clicked the door to Marcus' apartment shut, I wondered how he would take the news.

I've never really seen Connor angry, except of course when it came to Marcus.

***

I shuffled into my apartment quietly, expecting Connor to be home already, bracing myself for what was to come.

I needed to do this now, instead of dragging this out. For my sanity and his dignity.

"Connor?" I called out, kicking my shoes off.

No answer came.

I slumped over on the couch, groaning.
I needed to mentally prepare myself for this situation I had dropped myself into.

To him, it would seem like I was blindly running back into the arms of the one who betrayed me. But to me it was another thing completely.

Just as I was about to fall asleep on the couch, I heard my door unlock.
My eyes flew wide open, and an intoxicated Connor stumbled in.

I arose and caught him before he collapsed where he stood.

"Tyler!" He giggled as I held him upright. "I had such a great time,"

"Okay, let's get you to bed," I sighed

"No no no," he slurred, batting my hands away.

He stumbled  to the kitchen, probably looking for some sort of alcoholic beverage.

"No more," I said, steering him towards the living room.

"Aww," he hiccuped.

"Let me get you some water,"

When I returned with his glass of water, he gasped and pointed at me.

"What an attractive man!"

I shook my head at him and handed him the glass.

"You know what would make this even better?"

I shook my head.

He motioned to his lips, and leaned forward puckering up. I grimaced and leaned back, as he tried to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips. His breath was thick and smelt strongly of alcohol.