He couldn't keep his hands off of me. We were being anything but holy. His hands gliding over my goosebump covered skin. High pitched moans, low grunts. The activity has begun. The fast motion of his thrusts combined with my hands roaming my body, a sin is being committed. Faster and faster in and out his groans become louder his, breathing heavy. Hurting me with every thrust. He throws his head back.... it's over. But little did he know it's far from over.
"....babe... I didn't um... use what I had in my wallet"
Laying there I stare into space, hearing nothing but the mumbles coming from beside me. Absorbed in thought. I had lost it. At 17 it was gone. I love him... I had given myself to him so easy..
"Hanna, did you hear me? You need to go get plan B"
Again, I hear nothing. Trapped in my own mind, replaying the moments where I gasped for air, and the way you pulled my hair. Mindlessly I began to leave. The clothes that were once on the floor are now back where they belong.
"I love you"
As if it was a reflex i mumble back
"I love you too"
