She was curled up in his sheets they smelled like him and she closed her eyes trying to remember the smell. She knew that she would have to leave soon she wasn't allowed to stay curled up under his sheets waiting to be in his arms again. Her body begged her to stop as she threw away the covers the cold air causing goosebumps to rise up across her smooth soft skin. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was messy, but she loved it it gave the room some type of personality. She liked to think that she was his and he was hers but she knew better. He heard her moving about in the room from where he stood on the other side of the door. His chest burned as he stood there leaning against the wall listening to her move about, wanting her to stay. But she was so damn beautiful even though he knew she would never believe him. He wanted to hold her in his arms and convince her how special she really was. She sat on the edge of the bed her body bare of cloth as she stared at the far wall her cheeks damp with soft tears. She sighed and wiped her tears away standing up. She scanned the floor and spotted her clothes thrown about from the night before. Her mind threw memories about and she fought the urge to cry. She knew that to him she was but a toy a stranger that pretend to be his friend around others. She got dressed and grabbed her bag opening the door slowly. She stopped as her eyes met his. "Hey" his voice was deep and quite as he made sure not to let her see the pain he was in. "Hey" her voice almost cracked as she coughed. Her heart was ripping in two and he didn't see it. She wanted to tell him, to tell him that she loved him and wanted to be with him. But in all truth she didn't know what she wanted it was as tho she was so desperate to feel wanted she would do anything. That's why she started talking to him to begin with to fell wanted. This was only supposed to be sex something simple. They both fell in love but neither wanted to seem attached. "I'll see you around" he nodded at her as she walked down his steps and out onto the street. She unlocked her car and snapped. She sobbed as soft tears rolled down her cheeks. He slide down the wall putting his face in his hands with a sigh. "Dammit" he punched the wall in front of him creating a hole in the drywall. He sighed as he got up and went back into his room. He plopped down into the bed and laughed. His sheets smelled like her perfume and he hated it. "If only she felt the same way" he shook his head and closed his eyes. She was still crying in her car her breathing laggered. The thing was she did fell the same way but she didn't want to be broken again and he
didn't want to admit his feelings.
After all it's just a fuck right.
