Chapter 1: Introduction
I was flipping through the songs on my playlist. Infuriating at best. I had my entire library open and shuffle on, but the only songs that were playing were songs about boys pining after lost loves. Didn't they realize that the girl who left them also has a brain, a soul, a heart, a thought process, the ability to make decisions, feelings, and a conscience? Instead of pining, they should move on. That's all the girl really wants. She just want things to end, but the boys in the song won't let her, because of their own selfish needs. That's not love. I doubt they ever really loved their girls to begin with.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my reverie. I put my music on pause and slid off of my bed. I knew who it was, because he is the only one who ever knocked at my door.
When I opened my door, I smiled partly because I was right, and partly because it was him. He gave me a playful smirk, and I led him into my room, never breaking eye contact. Next thing I knew he had me up against the wall, kissing my neck furiously. I ripped off his shirt and started to unbutton my jeans.
I broke away and gasped "One sec." I walked to my desk and put my phone on silent. I turned around and he was already on my bed, waiting.
This is the kind of relationship I could deal with. No feelings, no drama, no strings attached. Just physical pleasure.
When we finished, he held me for about 15 minutes. It was an empty gesture, but it was still nice. I actually preferred it that way. Our boundaries were clear. None of this was real. We would not move forward. And we never did.
When he finally left, I turned back to my computer, but did not immediately grab my cell phone. I did not want to know if he had called or texted. I did not want to hear his
I was flipping through the songs on my playlist. Infuriating at best. I had my entire library open and shuffle on, but the only songs that were playing were songs about boys pining after lost loves. Didn't they realize that the girl who left them also has a brain, a soul, a heart, a thought process, the ability to make decisions, feelings, and a conscience? Instead of pining, they should move on. That's all the girl really wants. She just want things to end, but the boys in the song won't let her, because of their own selfish needs. That's not love. I doubt they ever really loved their girls to begin with.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my reverie. I put my music on pause and slid off of my bed. I knew who it was, because he is the only one who ever knocked at my door.
When I opened my door, I smiled partly because I was right, and partly because it was him. He gave me a playful smirk, and I led him into my room, never breaking eye contact. Next thing I knew he had me up against the wall, kissing my neck furiously. I ripped off his shirt and started to unbutton my jeans.
I broke away and gasped "One sec." I walked to my desk and put my phone on silent. I turned around and he was already on my bed, waiting.
This is the kind of relationship I could deal with. No feelings, no drama, no strings attached. Just physical pleasure.
When we finished, he held me for about 15 minutes. It was an empty gesture, but it was still nice. I actually preferred it that way. Our boundaries were clear. None of this was real. We would not move forward. And we never did.
When he finally left, I turned back to my computer, but did not immediately grab my cell phone. I did not want to know if he had called or texted. I did not want to hear his
