Feelings and friendship

Chapter seven

When we got to his place I could smell him all around me. It caught me off guard and made me relive the passion between us last night. My body reacted instantly. I tried to contain the obvious signs like my heavy breathing and overall body language. He now had an one bedroom apartment in his parents' backyard with a small bedroom he used as his closet. His bed was in, what was supposed to be, the living room and he had an open kitchen. No couch, so I was forced to sit on his bed. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked. "No, I just came here to hear you out" I said. "Okay, well..." he came and sat next to me "She's just a girl I used to date. I grew tired of her, she was always so distant and I was really into her. I haven't spoken to her in months so I don't know why she called and I forgot to change back her name in my phone" he said. "Hmm..." I said unsure whether to believe him or not, deep down I did or at least for that moment I couldn't care. He used to be my best friend. Why would he screw me over? He softly grabbed my face and made me look at him "I told you when we was kids that you're the love of my life and I'll always be waiting. I truly meant that. I thought God sent you back in my life". I'm such a fucking sucker for his eyes and sweet nothings. So I didn't protest when he kissed me passionately. I sighed. He kissed my neck and as passionate as he kissed me, he went to work on both of my nipples. I moaned hard. He ripped open the dress I had on, pushed me down and went down on me. He started real circling my clit and slowly went to work. With every lick, it seemed as if he grew hungrier for me. He ate me out like he was starvin'. I came hard. He flipped me over and said "I want to finish what I started yesterday", felt if I was still wet enough... believe me I was soaking... and rammed himself inside of me. He fucked me so hard it seemed like the world was spinning around me. He whispered "fuck, I knew this would happen someday.. I'm glad I never gave up... I've always been here baby, always... Waiting for you... Never lost sight of you" with every sentence he fucked me even harder. We came together. He pulled out, pulled me in his arms and deeply inhaled in the crook of my neck. He laid me down and gently wiped himself off my private parts. I just laid there confused yet satisfied. "I'm gonna clean up a little and I'm coming back". I heard the shower turn on and I forced myself up. He ripped my dress, fuck. I was going to need something to wear and walked over to his drawer. Slowly because I was still dizzy from that bomb ass sex.

I checked his drawer and found a box full of photos of another woman. This must be the girl he dated. Weird he has her photos in here. He must've gathered them all together to throw them away. There were a lot of pictures of her by herself, not one of them together. "Yeah, I don't need to see this right now" I said to myself, cringed and closed the drawer. I walked over to his closet, opened the door and turned on the light. I couldn't believe what I saw. In front of me was a shrine with candles on it. With dozens and dozens of pictures of me on and around it.
I was in utter shock. "What the hell?!" There were photos of me dating a year ago, five years ago and even last week... before he knew I was back home. These weren't Facebook pictures but pictures taken without me even knowing. I grabbed one picture and read what was on the back. It described in detail where I was, with who and what he found attractive about me. What the fuck is this? This is insane...
Just when I wanted to turn around to fetch my clothes and get the fuck out of there I heard: "you shouldn't have seen that...."