LARRY
I rub my forehead on hers and look at her eyes but they are still closed. Her breathing is back to normal but I still don’t feel like pulling out of her.
It feels satisfying this way. It feels great being this close to her. Our bodies crushed against each other and most of it all, the way her soft and warm breathe fans my face.
“What do you want?” I ask her.
“I don’t know.” She whispers opening her eyes. “Maybe take a shower.” She suggests.
“I’m not asking about that. I’m asking about us.”
“What about us? There is no us.” She whispers and gulps loudly.
“You can’t deny it. There is a force pulling us to each other. There is this addiction that won’t go away and it’s growing stronger with every second that goes by.”
“This is not addiction Larry. We are both dealing with stressf
