"Fuck," was all Boomer said when he looked at the girl next to him. He had really done it this time. He just had to have his way; and now he was screwed. No pun intended.
"Fuck is right." Said a soft voice that could make him melt. God, why did it have to be her? "Did we-?"
"Yeah."
"Well fuck," She flopped her head on his pillow. "I need a cigarette," She got up and wrapped her shawl around her arms.
"You smoke?" He asked as she dug through her purse. "Isn't that something you shouldn't be doing?"
She laughed, "you don't know me."
That statement hit him. He thought he loved her, he truly did. But were lust and love the same thing in his case? He wanted her, hell, he craved her. Was it love or lust? Were they Romeo and Juliet of Townsville? The were enemies for god's sake, and yet he loved her. He wondered if it was idea of loving her he loved or the fact he couldn't have her was the feeling of love. He wondered a lot of things.
"Agree to disagree," was all he could muster.
"Name my favorite color" She put the cigarette in her mouth. "Got a light?"
"Blue and no because I don't smoke." He guessed and hoped for the best.
"You still don't know me." She sighed.
''I want to."
She laughed, "my sisters don't even know me. They think I so innocent, but I'm not. We are killing each Boom', slowly and surely we are. And you know what the funny part is," she took the cigarette out of her mouth, "we love it." It 's the thrill of dying as I call it." She rolled the cigarette between her nimble fingers. "We think we know each but we don't. We think we are in love but we're not. We're so fucking stupid you know that."
She was cut off by the door opening.