California Cupid

"This isn't right," I panted pushing him back, "we shouldn't be doing this."

"No it's alright," his voice was husky as he he took a step forward, backing me into the wall once again. In an instant his lips were back on mine. Our bodies were pressed together, my mind went as his tongue traced my lips. He gently bit my lip and I moaned slightly.

"Tyler, really, we can't be doing this!" Coming to my senses I tried to break free, "Think about Vanessa."

"Oh shit," he cursed under his breath. "I'm so sorry. This was wrong." He took a step back, ruffling his hands through his hair.

"It's okay, really." I said shaking my head. "I don't mind. It could have happened to anyone. It's just because I was here, not because you like me, right?"

"Yeah, wait no, I mean... shit, I need to figure things out. I'm sorry."

He began to walk away when I stopped him, "Tyler?"

He turned back, hurt flashed across his soft features, "Yeah?"

"You..." I paused, "You should be with her, she needs you more than I do."

He tuned back and muttered something I didn't catch.

I stood there for a long time as I watched him go. A summer breeze gently blew my hair out of place as a single cliché tear rolled down my cheek. He was my a part of my job, and I fell in love him.