The Game
We played this game everyday. Every word he said sounded like the sweetest stickiest honey, trickling down some smooth inviting surface. He always walked away looking smug. He knew I watched him walk away. He always won. He always got to me. And the more I denied it, the more he knew the truth.
I had been in love with Logan. I wasn't anymore. Alec took over every inch of me until there just wasn't any room left for anyone else. Especially someone I couldn't even touch. The connection between Logan and I faded. Compared to the similarities between Alec and I, well... Logan just didn't, couldn't, compare.
The game went on so long, I nearly exploded. When the heat came on, it took everything I had not to go looking for him. He never came for me either. We always skirted the end point, like it wasn't real if we never got there. If we never took that step, it couldn't consume us, couldn't matter. We were wrong. The more we resisted, the more we wanted it, needed it, had to have it.
I always thought I'd be the one to crack. I think he did too. I guess it just got to be too much. I don't know. I woke up and he was there, in my room. Drunk and babbling, not making sense... The door cracked off the wall so hard it bounced closed. As I slipped out of bed and walked slowly toward him, he ran his hands through his hair, going on about games and temptation and losing and wining and lying and feelings and not being able to stop. The second I was close enough his hands were squeezing my hips, lifting and pulling until I was flush against him. His forehead fell to mine and I couldn't stop my hands from touching his face. It was prickly, he hadn't shaved today. Or yesterday, I remembered.
His eyes were closed and his words had died into heavy breathing. I grazed my nose across his and his eyes fluttered open to stare into mine. I saw reflected what I felt; confusion, desire, frustration and so much more. I couldn't control the smile that spread on my face as I realized this was it. This was the endpoint. It was so close and all I had to do was take it.
"Max..." My name was soft and gruff all at once on his tongue. My smile wasn't helping his confusion in the least. "I couldn't stop myself this time-"
I shushed him quietly, my thumb grazing over his mouth to his chin. His lips fell open and I covered them with my own. He lost just as much as I did when we walked away from each other. Tonight we could both win.
A/N: This general idea's been floating around for quite a while. It finally stood still for a minute. Hope you liked it! Reviews please!
