watch a movie?” I said as he frantically kissed my neck.
“We will after.”
After the argument with him and then Dash, all I wanted to do was spend some time having a real conversation with Justin. I didn’t want another fight, though. He was right, we’d have good quality time after. And he’d definitely be in a better mood.
My jeans scraped against something cardboard as he tossed them on the floor and my underwear followed two seconds later. He didn’t bother with my shirt. He kissed me hard, his tongue meeting mine with a jarring thrust before he turned me and gripped my hips from behind.
I held my breath as he entered me, trying to think about something that would get me in the same mood as him.
“What is it?” he asked when I hadn’t moved to meet his thrusts.
“Hurts a little,” I whispered.
Justin pushed himself inside again. “You’ll warm up in a minute.”
After a few minutes I slowed him down by moving forward and said, “Justin, kiss me.”
“What?” He grunted, trying to maintain his speed.
“Kiss me,” I said again, this time glancing over my shoulder. My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the darkness, and Justin’s face was easier to see. I wanted him to look at me, to see the plea in my eyes to make this more enjoyable for both of us. I wanted him to kiss me, thinking perhaps a little more time would change things.
He didn’t look at me, though. He just arched his head back.
“Nope. I’m almost there,” he said, clutching me harder and picking up the pace.
I turned back around, a combination of sadness and disappointment curling around my chest and squeezing.
He gave one final thrust and groaned, his body slackening behind mine, then he jumped off the bed and dressed in a hurry. “I’m gonna get a drink,” he said and bolted out the door before I could ask for something myself.
I winced getting off the bed. Justin had gone faster than normal tonight.
I took my clothes into his tiny bathroom and attempted to clean up. I slipped on my underwear carefully, desperately craving a warm bath. I glanced at his tub and shuddered. A dirt ring wrapped around it and orange stains clung to every corner. I’d rather take the pain than climb into that . We needed to have a serious talk about the state of this place if he ever wanted me to come back over.
After gathering myself, I made it back to the living room, totally prepared to take a spot next to him on the couch and try to start a conversation, one that would help us find each other again, and one, I hoped, that would bring balance back to my life. I froze two steps in.
Justin’s best friends Mark and Andy sat on either side of him on the couch, a beer in each of their hands. His flat screen had the COD menu up.
“Hey, Blake,” Mark said, and Andy gave me a nod.
“Hey?” I said, but it sounded like a question. The earlier simmering heated to a roaring boil now. This was why Justin had hurried. He’d probably told the guys to meet him at a certain time. “Justin, can I talk to you for a minute?”
He glanced up at me and handed his controller to Andy. I turned and stopped in front of his closed bedroom door with him following behind me.
“What is it?” he asked.
I put my hand on my hip. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?” he snapped.
I flung my hand in the direction of the living room. “I thought it was going to be just us tonight.”
“It was just us. Now I want to hang with my boys and play COD. What’s the big deal? You can watch.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I would not cry. Not here. Not with his friends only feet away. “I really needed this tonight.”
He scrunched his face up. “Needed what?”
“To be with you.”
“You just were with me.”
“Not like that!” I scoffed. “I needed to just . . .”
“What, Blake? You always need me to do something. To talk or to go somewhere or to meet people who won’t matter after school is done. Why can’t you ever be happy with just
“We will after.”
After the argument with him and then Dash, all I wanted to do was spend some time having a real conversation with Justin. I didn’t want another fight, though. He was right, we’d have good quality time after. And he’d definitely be in a better mood.
My jeans scraped against something cardboard as he tossed them on the floor and my underwear followed two seconds later. He didn’t bother with my shirt. He kissed me hard, his tongue meeting mine with a jarring thrust before he turned me and gripped my hips from behind.
I held my breath as he entered me, trying to think about something that would get me in the same mood as him.
“What is it?” he asked when I hadn’t moved to meet his thrusts.
“Hurts a little,” I whispered.
Justin pushed himself inside again. “You’ll warm up in a minute.”
After a few minutes I slowed him down by moving forward and said, “Justin, kiss me.”
“What?” He grunted, trying to maintain his speed.
“Kiss me,” I said again, this time glancing over my shoulder. My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the darkness, and Justin’s face was easier to see. I wanted him to look at me, to see the plea in my eyes to make this more enjoyable for both of us. I wanted him to kiss me, thinking perhaps a little more time would change things.
He didn’t look at me, though. He just arched his head back.
“Nope. I’m almost there,” he said, clutching me harder and picking up the pace.
I turned back around, a combination of sadness and disappointment curling around my chest and squeezing.
He gave one final thrust and groaned, his body slackening behind mine, then he jumped off the bed and dressed in a hurry. “I’m gonna get a drink,” he said and bolted out the door before I could ask for something myself.
I winced getting off the bed. Justin had gone faster than normal tonight.
I took my clothes into his tiny bathroom and attempted to clean up. I slipped on my underwear carefully, desperately craving a warm bath. I glanced at his tub and shuddered. A dirt ring wrapped around it and orange stains clung to every corner. I’d rather take the pain than climb into that . We needed to have a serious talk about the state of this place if he ever wanted me to come back over.
After gathering myself, I made it back to the living room, totally prepared to take a spot next to him on the couch and try to start a conversation, one that would help us find each other again, and one, I hoped, that would bring balance back to my life. I froze two steps in.
Justin’s best friends Mark and Andy sat on either side of him on the couch, a beer in each of their hands. His flat screen had the COD menu up.
“Hey, Blake,” Mark said, and Andy gave me a nod.
“Hey?” I said, but it sounded like a question. The earlier simmering heated to a roaring boil now. This was why Justin had hurried. He’d probably told the guys to meet him at a certain time. “Justin, can I talk to you for a minute?”
He glanced up at me and handed his controller to Andy. I turned and stopped in front of his closed bedroom door with him following behind me.
“What is it?” he asked.
I put my hand on my hip. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?” he snapped.
I flung my hand in the direction of the living room. “I thought it was going to be just us tonight.”
“It was just us. Now I want to hang with my boys and play COD. What’s the big deal? You can watch.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I would not cry. Not here. Not with his friends only feet away. “I really needed this tonight.”
He scrunched his face up. “Needed what?”
“To be with you.”
“You just were with me.”
“Not like that!” I scoffed. “I needed to just . . .”
“What, Blake? You always need me to do something. To talk or to go somewhere or to meet people who won’t matter after school is done. Why can’t you ever be happy with just
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