A/N: Once again, I own nothing. This was just a tiny drabble for BTGS and an edit I made. Which you should check out, .com okay, go! Oh, also the title is based off Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl"
It's night like these when you're most confused. She's lying there beside you, stripped bare with her arms wrapped tightly around you. You can hear her even breathing in your ear and it tickles. She whispers things like, "I love you, Camille" and "No one can ever make me feel the way you do." Your bodies are melded together and it just feels so right. Yet, you still feel dirty. You can feel him all over you where your bodies touch. You can taste him in your mouth. And you know, oh, you just know you're going to wake up in your bed all alone. She'll already be gone and the next time you see her she'll be wrapped in his arms instead. She'll throw you a friendly smile like she wasn't in your bed last night, pinning you down, telling you over and over again, "Please, Camille, I need this." Like she wasn't touching you everywhere and her arms weren't wrapped around you like he has his around her. You'll play along like you always do. But it'll hurt more. God, it hurts more every time. It'll start to seep through to your outsides, the pain will start to show in your eyes. But you're suppose to be this amazing actress, right? Right?