I should not have forgiven you.
I should not have looked at those eyes, hooded with lust, and seen love. I shouldn't have looked into them at all. That was my downfall.
I shouldn't have kissed you back. I should've pushed you away. I should've told you "no".
But I didn't.
Know why? I was in love. Even piss-drunk, there was that easy smile, that knowingness and light in your brown eyes. You were hard to let go of. With you, everything seemed perfect. I so, so wanted that. Wanted you.
So I took the bogus excuse of "that was before", though I can't say I believed it. I took the beer-breath kisses. I took it all, soaked it up, because I thought, I need this.
I didn't need it. I would be better off without it.
Alexa Green
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letters to the boy who never cared
Teen FictionAlexa Greene has never had a boyfriend, not for real. So Reed Marlowe liking her seems amazing. Surreal. Kind of too good to be true. Is it?
