It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
He wasn't supposed to let it progress.
David wasn't supposed to be anything but an easy lay, something to relieve the tension.
He wasn't supposed to feel this way.
He wasn't supposed to get attached.
But David wasn't supposed to kiss like that, to make his lips catch fire and his insides melt.
And David wasn't supposed to find out, to get mad, to be hurt.
He wasn't supposed to fall in love.
He wasn't supposed to be standing here on David's porch, the pouring rain soaking his skin through his clothes.
He wasn't supposed to cry, to feel his tears mix with raindrops until he could no longer tell them apart.
He wasn't supposed to beg for David's forgiveness.
He wasn't supposed to say, "I love you".
He wasn't supposed to hear it in return.
He wasn't supposed to deviate from the plan.
But Greg couldn't seem to bring himself to care.