His chest rapidly moved up and down as he rolled onto his back.
He breathed heavily and pushed the hair back with his hands. She turned toward
him and smiled while gently caressing the chest as its movement slowed with
each breath.
"Where is this going?" She propped herself on one elbow while still rubbing his chest.
"What?" Her words were like a punch in the stomach. The joy of the day, their time together, was suddenly smashed.
"This. Us." Her body shot up as she sat waving her arms wildly. The sudden madness in her eyes was alarming.
"Why does it have to go anywhere, isn't this enough?" He sat on the edge of the bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He reached forward to grab the boxers, dropping them when it turned out to be a towel.
"Is this what you want?" Her arms dropped as she was obviously deflated.
"It was a few minutes ago." He took two steps into the boxers and approached the window and parted the curtains. Her naked body was suddenly bathed in light - like a spotlight at a strip club - and he remembered why he was there. He wanted to change his answer to yes, but he knew her question was different.
"What does that mean?" The tiring and familiar sadness crept into her voice as she pulled the sheet to protect her body from prying eyes, as if a peeping tom would climb to the twentieth floor.
"It means everything was fun, everything was okay until you try to make this more than it is. I thought you were different, but you only want like everybody else." The pain was real. His cold stare locked on the face that was slowly losing its meaning.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking. I always do that after an orgasm, you know how women are." She fell back into the oversized bed and forced a laugh.
He watched her while emptying the water bottle on the dresser. She often laughed uncontrollably when coming and he had loved hearing that laugh, but it no longer mattered. The small chair creaked as he sat down. He suddenly wanted to leave and wanted her gone forever. He leaned back with closed eyes and wondered why everybody always wanted something from him.
They had been friends for so long and she had heard his complaints and worries so many times, but in the end she had not listened to a single word. In the end, she was no different than the others. He tossed the plastic bottle in the trash as the mind clicked over. He would treat her like the others and be done with it. The boxers dropped to the floor as he returned to bed and pulled her to him.
"Where is this going?" She propped herself on one elbow while still rubbing his chest.
"What?" Her words were like a punch in the stomach. The joy of the day, their time together, was suddenly smashed.
"This. Us." Her body shot up as she sat waving her arms wildly. The sudden madness in her eyes was alarming.
"Why does it have to go anywhere, isn't this enough?" He sat on the edge of the bed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He reached forward to grab the boxers, dropping them when it turned out to be a towel.
"Is this what you want?" Her arms dropped as she was obviously deflated.
"It was a few minutes ago." He took two steps into the boxers and approached the window and parted the curtains. Her naked body was suddenly bathed in light - like a spotlight at a strip club - and he remembered why he was there. He wanted to change his answer to yes, but he knew her question was different.
"What does that mean?" The tiring and familiar sadness crept into her voice as she pulled the sheet to protect her body from prying eyes, as if a peeping tom would climb to the twentieth floor.
"It means everything was fun, everything was okay until you try to make this more than it is. I thought you were different, but you only want like everybody else." The pain was real. His cold stare locked on the face that was slowly losing its meaning.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking. I always do that after an orgasm, you know how women are." She fell back into the oversized bed and forced a laugh.
He watched her while emptying the water bottle on the dresser. She often laughed uncontrollably when coming and he had loved hearing that laugh, but it no longer mattered. The small chair creaked as he sat down. He suddenly wanted to leave and wanted her gone forever. He leaned back with closed eyes and wondered why everybody always wanted something from him.
They had been friends for so long and she had heard his complaints and worries so many times, but in the end she had not listened to a single word. In the end, she was no different than the others. He tossed the plastic bottle in the trash as the mind clicked over. He would treat her like the others and be done with it. The boxers dropped to the floor as he returned to bed and pulled her to him.
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