[He hasn't touched her so boldly in months. He hasn't crowded her space like this in longer. It doesn't hurt, being pushed against the wall, but the air is knocked out of her lungs nonetheless.
She should tell him to go. This is a terrible idea, and it shouldn't even be a thing she entertains for a second. But the bitterly selfish part of her mind simply says why not? She's slept with others and it's meant nothing. She's sure he's slept with others, too. This can just be them, scratching an itch, and that's all.
And she's misses his body. Missed how strong and solid and warm he is, over her, inside her. He's so close she wants to tip her face upwards and claim his mouth for her own. But she doesn't. There can't be any question.
There's a sureness in her voice where there should at least be some doubt.]
Don't go.
[But don't blame me if you regret this in the morning. She tells herself she won't, because she has spent far too much time wallowing in her regrets here.]
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She should tell him to go. This is a terrible idea, and it shouldn't even be a thing she entertains for a second. But the bitterly selfish part of her mind simply says why not? She's slept with others and it's meant nothing. She's sure he's slept with others, too. This can just be them, scratching an itch, and that's all.
And she's misses his body. Missed how strong and solid and warm he is, over her, inside her. He's so close she wants to tip her face upwards and claim his mouth for her own. But she doesn't. There can't be any question.
There's a sureness in her voice where there should at least be some doubt.]
Don't go.
[But don't blame me if you regret this in the morning. She tells herself she won't, because she has spent far too much time wallowing in her regrets here.]