No More Games

56

Narrator's Point Of View

"This is so high school!" Sasha laughed as they snuck into her car. "You got me out here sneaking out of houses and shit."

"This is the only way we could have any privacy." Michael laughed, closing the passenger side door and locking it. Straight away, he pushes his seat back and reclines it.

Sasha watches as he begins to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "Wait, what are you doing?"

"We're continuing what we started inside. Just get on top of me." He raised himself up to pull his pants down but Sasha stopped him.

"We're not having sex in my car on your parents property!" She laughed. "You're crazy."

"Sash," Michael was confused, "your windows are tinted super dark. No one is going to see—"

"No, Michael. . .c'mon now." She blushed. "We can't have sex."

"What are you talking about?" He narrowed his eyes. "What the hell were we about to do in the room then? You were literally trying to pull my dick out of my pants." He was incredibly confused.

"I know. . .I got carried away." She sighed. "I said I wasn't going to have sex with you because we're not together and I have to stick by that. Your mom knocking on the door was probably a sign from God or something."

Michael could only stare at her. He wasn't mad, but he was definitely disappointed. "Wow. . ." He finally said, fixing his pants back on. "Alrighty then."

"You're not mad?" She nervously bit her lip.

"Nope." He pulled his seat back up and smiled at her. "I respect your decision."

"Alright, you wanna go back inside?"

"Not really. I kind of want to stay in here with you for a little bit and talk."

Sasha shifted in her seat so she could face Michael better. "What do you want to talk about?" She smiled, twirling a curl around her finger.

He rested his head back on the seat and just stared at her. His lips parted slightly as a subtle smile played on them causing her to blush uncontrollably.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She covered her face to hide her obvious blushing. Michael beamed, loving every second of what he was doing to her. "Stop it." She playfully pushed his shoulder.

"I'm not doing anything." He shrugged, laughing. He loved how he could still make her blush like when they first met. "Can I not admire how beautiful you are?"

"You're so sweet." She giggled, rubbing the side of her arm.

"Seriously though," he drew nearer to her, "there's never a moment where I'm not completely smitten by you." She rested her elbow on the center console and propped her chin on her hand, unable to stop smiling as he continued. "I'm really in love with you, Sash. That's why I'm putting in all of this effort for you. I mean. . .has it still not satisfied you yet to take me back?"

She sighed and sat up straight. "It's not about satisfaction, Michael. I've appreciated everything you've done to try to prove your love for me. It's just. . .I need more than just material things and extravagant trips. I need loyalty, commitment, honesty, and everything associated with those three things."

"I get that, Sash. But how can I show that to you if you won't give me a chance to?" He asked. "I really want to prove to you that I can be loyal to you now. I want to commit to you and spend the rest of my life with you."

She looked down and fiddled with her bracelet. This conversation was getting her emotional and bringing her back to the darkest moments of their relationship where she'd constantly hear those same pleas from him. It feels as though it's now become redundant. "Michael, it's not that easy. Do you not remember all chances I gave you?" She looked in his eyes. "Aren't you tired of repeating those same lines to me and going back to doing the same bullshit?"