Versions Of Her (Currently Editing)

⭐Chapter 10: Borderline?⭐

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I wasn't even expecting to leave so soon, but to have him going around so many corners... was enough for me.

He's either confused about what he imagines he feels for me, or he's one of those men that craves one night stands... and I just seem to be too innocent for him to hold back the guilt, he might feel after he spread my legs.

I slipped, but I won't stay down.

Having all those back and forth thoughts, maybe I'm not in love with him, but in love with the enigma.

Since I now feel absolutely nothing... numbness is taking over me.

Asking what's wrong and why he has me between... the four walls of his apartment, seeing him struggle to hold whatever it is away from me.

You don't tell me you want to keep seeing me and then disappear. You don't kiss my lips like you own it, and then crumble when it's time to explicate.

Were you dealing with work issues? General life struggles let me know, but don't ever attempt to drive me somewhere where I can't even see around the bend.

I was not built for unpredictability, if I don't know your next move, I won't be your next move, your next toy to play with.

Guess it's time for me to say that I have Borderline Personality Disorder.
I suddenly remember what I told him, I made him think that I was falling for him, it slipped and I regret it.

I regret it.

Wait a minute, if I told him that... and he still went around corners, that could only mean that he doesn't value me as he made it seem... when he said he wanted to keep seeing me.

He wanted to keep seeing me, because in his mind, I am sick and I obviously need his aid. He discovered how well his voice and his touch worked in calming my anxiety and that's the reason why he, It all makes perfect sense.

Anger coats me like bitter chocolate and I am afraid of my own rakshasas, afraid of what I would do with this knife in my hand...  I am washing the dishes before my aunt gets home.

I hear the door.

Looking at my knife, then towards the door. I walk over to open it, he's standing there wondering why I have the knife in my hand.

"Were you washing the dishes or something?"

I look at my hand that the knife is in, water dripping to indeed indicate that I was washing the dishes.

I place the knife somewhere and wipe my wet hands on my clothes.

The laboured breathing from my anger starts to subside, but not for the reason you are thinking. Not because of him, not because he may have an effect on me.

"Why yes, I was, and like I do the dishes... I want to do you."

I stated as I bite my bottom lip, he looks confused. One foot pointing in my direction and the other pointing towards  the door, neither of them produces a shift so I slowly walk over to him.

His eyes so dark, trying to calculate what's going on. I stop midway to give him a chance to say what it seems like he's going to say, his lips are barely parted.

"Are you... usually like this?"

I breathe in his cologne, briefly closing my eyes. Only to open them again to seize his attention with the lust that should've grown in my eyes, by now.

"It depends,"

I gather my thoughts together, for further seduction as I grab a hand full... his white T, pulling him the rest of the way to me.

Gravity is testing his balance, as he's too spellbind by the look in my eyes, that his mind isn't thinking about the movement of his feet. 

"It depends on the guy."

I whisper, since he's close enough to me, it's more effective. I could get in his head more... with just, a whisper.

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