"Why, fuck why? I'll cave baby, I'll give in and spend all night eating you out and fucking you. Just let me in." He says and tries kissing me again.
I want to let him in, so bad. But the thought of him touching me after touching her… I swallow back my disgust for the third time and turn my head.
"I can smell her on your clothes and God knows where your mouths been."
He pulls back and looks at me, lust and anger dueling in his stare. "I'm so sick of wanting you Bright." He says, and falls face first to my bed passed out.
When I can hear him breathing sound I know he isn't moving and for the first time since stepping from the shower, I relax and let myself cry, weeping beside him silently in my bed, wishing he would hold me.
Wishing I could hold him.
Fix him.
Keep him… but he belongs to another and I can no longer compete with a ghost.
