Blurb
Ashton: He loved you, but he loved her too. She just didn't satisfy him the way you did, she didn't have a body like you, her hips didn't rock his mind the way yours did. Her lips didn't leave him gasping like yours did. So he called you up, sometimes every night of the week, his voice desperate over the phone, and you couldn't resist him. So he'd come to your house, his kisses fast and feverish, his hands rough and swift, he made you feel like the most important person in the world, you didn't care that his lips were tainted with her flavour, all that mattered in the moment was making him feel good, so he would come back again the next night.
Calum: In public he kissed her, and held her hand, and whispered in her ear. But behind closed doors he forgot all about her, it was all about you; even when he was fucking her he imagined it was you below him, moaning his name. And when he finally held you in his arms-whether it was in a seedy motel, backstage at his concerts, beneath the stars, or in the bed he shared with her-he treasured every moment, it didn't matter if you were just talking or fucking each other senseless, he loved every second.
Luke: Her love was never enough for him, she didn't make enough time for him, and he was tired of it. So he sought out the love he craved in your arms, he snuck you into their shared apartment, sometimes even whilst she was home, and fucked you in their bed, loving the risk and danger of it all. She would be in the shower, separated from you by only a thin wall, and you would hear her talking to him, asking him about his job and his day, and he would reply casually, thrusting into you and kissing your neck, and it turned you on so much.
Michael: He never truly loved her, she was just a trophy for his shelf; an accessory. He treated her with a sort of brash carelessness, not cruel enough to make her leave, but not loving enough to make her really care. But with you he was different, he held you like he was scared to break you, he kissed you like he was addicted, he talked to you like you were the only one who mattered, and he fucked you like you were the only girl in the world who could possibly mean anything to him. You were special and you meant everything to him.
