All We Are

"What didn't you do Marzia!" He yells that stopped me in my tracks. "You come over every other week, we watch movies, stay up all night talking about the dumbest shit and then we're right back to where we started NO WHERE!" He added his accent becoming more thick.

"I'm sorry-"

"No you're not! You know because it's not your fault!" He sat straight up in his bed running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I can't do shit right." He mumbles in a sarcastic laugh. "The funny thing is I still choose the wrong thing." He gestures to me easing his tone rolling his tongue over his bottom lip.

He jumps out of bed and walks over to me easing me against the door placing his arms on each side of my head. Only the light of the moon reveals half of his face.

"And you're the wrong thing." He breathes. My hands are flat against the door and my heart is beating so loud that I'm afraid he will hear it and that will set him off.

A smile appears on his face after a while sending chills down my spine. He brings his face closer to mines brushing our lips together.

"This is the last time." He growls, which doesn't even scare me it actually did the opposite.

I swallow the lump in my throat and finally speak up, "How am I the wrong thing?"

"Because I'm not suppose to feel this way." He says still holding the same position but bringing his body closer. "You're a bloody drug." He bits my lower lip. "And I don't have enough of you." Releasing it.

I finally make contact with his eyes that are dark and full of lust and loss at this point.

He moves his lips to my ear and whisper huskily, "This is the last time."