...I ached for him

My heart pounded in my chest

'Really?'

'Yeah, I did.. but after everything else that happened, I saw no point for feeling that way'

I smirked.

'So I don't really know how to feel. I care about you, but that's how far it can go.'

'No. You've decided in your mind that you don't want it to go any further

'I don't see the point'

'I do! We've had a long physical relationship that resulted in us both liking each other, but due to other circumstances you decided to become an emotionless pig..'

'Rude'

'It's true'

I ached for him.

I always found myself reminiscent of 'old times' coming to bed and meeting his warm body.. slowly undressing myself.. and him pretending not to notice... and I would know when I would feel his hand rubbing my lower back-- a subliminal invitation into our own little world where no one can interrupt us.

How we would entangle ourselves with each. others bodies.. the smell of faint cigarette on his breathe(that he claimed wasn't, but he's not a

very good liar) as he exhaled in sheer

pleasure.


After our euphoria, I would whisper, 'I missed you' while giving him playful pecks on his back; and he would whisper back without hesitation 'I missed you too'


He acted as if our encounters were forbidden--

because anytime I would ask a question he would--without fail-- avoid any form of a coherent answer. But when we're in bed together.. it's as if I just opened myself to a completely different human being.



...One of the many stories I need to flesh out and FINISH.....

Just to give a teaser.. this part of the story is a flashback.. or actually a multitude of flashbacks (first draft out 'ere!)
And the main issues that will be in this story are things like rape, self esteem, relationships, love..

I should be posting more snippets as the time goes on.. :)