Just a little “skribblet” I wrote about a little fling I had with a boy I lusted after all of high school at the end of my senior year. I was 17.

And it was in that moment that she realized she wasnt invincible… he could see her and feel her and taste her. She stared into his beautiful brown eyes and felt his finger tips drag up and down her back. She fucking hated him with every inch of her sunkissed body. In the back of her mind she knew this was the end of whatever warped “relationship” they had. Her hands were clasped around his neck as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. She didnt want to believe that after they leave the secluded park, he would turn cold towards her and move onto his next conquest while trying to keep her on the side.

He leaned into her and touched his forehead to hers, then cocked his head to the side and kissed her softly. She was disgusted by the lie they were both forcing themselves to believe. His heart started beating fast as she heard him take a deep breath… he kissed her forehead, wrapped his arms around her naked body and rested his sweaty head on her shoulder, finding her clavical with his deceitful lips.

Unfortunately she was right again; After he got what he wanted he was gone. Normally she would have had the same intentions, but there was something different about this one that made her panic a little bit every time she looked at him. they set the air on fire when they were together – the connection was undeniable… on her part anyways.

Knowing there was nothing she could do, she erased all his messages and deleted his number from her memory; It was easier that way – when she pushed him away before she got attached. This time it was different and she hated him for acting so politely and holding her face when he kissed her. She hated him for having to hear about his side flings from the girls she despised… But mostly, she hated herself for not being able to purge her fragile frame of the bittersweet feelings that overwhelmed her every being.

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