heartbreak bleeding down his chest.
His gaze grips me hard.
Not gentle, but desperate.
He’s teetering on the edge of me,
needing my eyes on him or he’ll lose it.
So I tear mine away.
He can go fuck himself.
“I watched the way he flipped over you,” Romeo says. “You two together? Or is this some unfinished business?”
I shake my head.
“Nah. I showed up to be supportive.”
Andrew’s stare is heavy, burning into me,
brows pulled tight,
as if the lyrics hurt coming out.
“I didn’t expect to get ignored, groped, laughed at.” A bitter laugh slips out of me. I smother it with an exhale. “Should’ve stayed home.”
Romeo reaches out and brushes a knuckle under my elbow. “Look at me a sec…”
And I do.
He’s heartbreak-pretty,
with a voice sliding in slow?—
all silk sheets and sweat.
All Bruno Mars tracks
where the lights go red
and the bass drops to fuck you.
AllGorilla. Versace. Money Make Her Smile.
But my skin feels wrong,
telling me this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.
And the closer he gets, the more I feel it?—
thenoliving under the yes.
He slides up closer,
his pelvis catching my hip from the side,
heat sinking straight through.
