It was 3:15 am. I had just started my car, I was on my to Ondreaz's house. 15 minutes ago, he had texted me...
He wanted me and so did I.
maybe I'm the sinner and he's the saint.
After we were done, I rolled over, facing him completely. Face to face, staring at each other, it was clear he was drifting into sleep but I kept staring. Staring at his cheeks, staring at his nose, at his soft lips, at his long eyelashes. His chest slowly going up and down-breathing.
I needed him. I should have walked away. There was more than a high chance it was just a fling to him and I was dealing with emotions that never left. I mean we obviously acted as a couple, but why couldn't he just say it. I rolled out of bed, sighing at the best mistake I've ever made.
I'm just not ready-he said to me once
I'm still young, I don't want to get into anything serious, but I need you-I heard another time
I had agreed with him, we were both young and nobody had intentions of raising a family or whatnot.
But then why did I always end up feeling heartbroken.
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Honeymoon Avenue
Romancestuck on honeymoon avenue only one word to describe it: complicated what are we? that is the question