Lovina caught herself back in his arms again.
Her rationality went right out the window as he kissed her, only resurfacing in the morning.
She awoke in Francis's bed; she couldn't help herself as he was the only one that made her feel loved and special.
Lovina slid out of his ned before he awoke; she did not want one of his sluts to see her here.
She quickly dressed, and left with a piece of her heart staying behind with him.
It was a pattern that she often fell in to.
Francis was known as a player, and Lovina hated herself for getting caught up in every word he said to her, and for falling in love with him.
Francis blinked his eyes open to find that Lovina had already left.
The bed still smelled of her.
Francis let the smell envelop him, and laid back down.
He knew what she thought of him, and that there was no way that she'd believe that he had feelings for her.
He slid out of bed, took a shower, and dressed with out her being there.
Francis called up his best friend, Arthur, for company.
The Frenchman of the two cooked breakfast for his British friend.
"Tell her how you feel." Grumbled Arthur as he wasn't good at things like this.
"She won't believe me." Francis sighed.