break my heart | e.c

I'm curious to live and learn so light me up and let me burn

It didn't last long, you with her and I was happy.

For the reason why the two of you broke up is what made me happier.

You found out about Richard and me, what happened that night and what kept happening. And boy were you furious.

You were over for another visit in Miami for an interview and of course, she came along as well. Richard and I had been talking more and surprisingly we became very close. We talked and texted regularly but there was still some lust for one another so we made a deal.

This deal, however, was the reason why you ended your relationship. You didn't talk to me for three whole days, ignoring my calls and leaving me on read. My yearning heart wanted to believe that you were mad to know I was with someone else but I knew that the only thing you felt was a betrayal.

It was around noon when there was a familiar knock on my door along with a familiar rush. I speedily combed my hair with my fingers and flattened my skirt before opening the door to a boy with a sprained ankle.

"Rich, ay Dios. Come in, how are you feeling?" I asked as I led him to the couch.

"I feel better, how are you actually?" He said waving his topic off and gazing hard at me.

"I'm good? I've started working at Lola's Hair Salon. It's part-time, I'm doing nails." I responded with a proud smile and wiggling my fingers.

"Mmh," Richard softly smirked. "I can see that... those nails looking classy, mami. What do you say we test the strength of them?"

Very much confused, I snorted. "If you mean trying to cut things, I've done it."

"No," he seductively whispered as he began to lean in. "I'm thinking of something much more different."

"But you're ankle... and - and what does that have to do with the strength of my nails?" I stuttered in a flustered manner which only made Richard's smirk bigger.

"Baby," he huskily said. "You love to scratch and don't mind my ankle. You can take control of this one."

Richard was a great friend and made me feel great. I had a lot of appreciation toward him, we cared for one another but it didn't go further from that. I only did it because I had given up on the thought of us.

Of you and I.

Richard was always so gentle with me that it gave me the false sensation that I was wanted. Friends with benefits, that's all we were and I didn't have a problem with that. Perhaps turning to this just because you didn't love me was pathetic and ridiculous but there was a small piece of me that actually liked having that relationship with Richard.

Richard and I were very experimental and one of the things we did to switch things up was to do our things in different places. That afternoon it was the couch and boy was I up for something.

With my legs placed on each side of his hips and hands on his toned chest, my ears buzzed out any type of noise. Even the sound of the door opening and your voice softly calling my name. His hands were on my hips and my nails gripping his chest, I was in complete bliss.

There was the time where everything stopped and I saw nothing but Richard's smirk. This made me completely confused since Richard wasn't one to just stop but then I saw. His eyes were looking behind me, fully aware of what this meant to you.