08-20-2008, 02:58 PM
She couldn't help it. She arched her back, begging wordlessly for him to ravish her all too willing body. She closed her eyes, but opened them again when he spoke to her. "Do you think you can pick one of us to love?" She looked up at him, her mind suddenly, shockingly empty. And then words started pouring from her mouth.
"I could if I knew you would be able to love only me, to be faithful to only me. I hated knowing you went elsewhere for love, hated thinking I was never good enough for you. It hurt me, and I hated it." The rush of words was over and she laid there, her chest heaving. Yes she was drunk. But she was also bluntly truthful.
Although she wanted him, she wanted all of him, body heart and mind. She didn't want to give him up, din't want to share him. She only wanted him. She held her arms out, begging him to embrace her as he'd done before, begging him with her eyes to hold her and cherish her and need her. Begging him to love her again.
"I could if I knew you would be able to love only me, to be faithful to only me. I hated knowing you went elsewhere for love, hated thinking I was never good enough for you. It hurt me, and I hated it." The rush of words was over and she laid there, her chest heaving. Yes she was drunk. But she was also bluntly truthful.
Although she wanted him, she wanted all of him, body heart and mind. She didn't want to give him up, din't want to share him. She only wanted him. She held her arms out, begging him to embrace her as he'd done before, begging him with her eyes to hold her and cherish her and need her. Begging him to love her again.