He was walking his way down the stairs of the apartment complex to gather his mail; he gave a light smile to his neighbour who was also getting hers. That was all that was exchanged as they both gathered up their mail before heading up the stairs, halfway up the first flight the woman asked. "That girl, who is she? The one that comes over every like two months?"
The question made the brunette stall in his steps how was he to answer that? Sure, he knew who she was but at the same time it was all a mystery to him. The blonde was once his lover – but even before that she was his friend. But somewhere down the line of their relationship had called it off, and he let her do so. He knew she struggled with a lot of things, so he gave her the space she wanted. But it was nights like last night that confused him.
She would come around late at night, a faint smile on her lips as she stood at the door. Making him flash a quick grin and let her inside. At first, they would just sit and talk as they cuddled upon the couch. Maybe they would watch a movie before she would give him a kiss. A kiss led to touching and touching led to the bed and tangled up sheets.
He would touch her ever so gently, like a ghost upon her figure as her lips moved against his. His touch was something she always craved on these nights. The way his fingers would linger upon her hips, the ghost of a kiss left upon her collar bone all the way up to her jaw line. Maybe she craved it so much because no one else seemed to caress and care for her body that he would, like she was some kind of masterpiece that should only ever be held with the safest of hands. She relished in his everything, from the soft glance to the way he knew exactly what to do to make her feel loved in every form of the word. She cannot bring herself to just date him, and keep him forever. No, she had called it off and left him – he deserved someone much better than her.
She tells herself every time she falls off the wagon, that she doesn't need him that it's just some kind of high and he could give her the fix she needed. She only ever go to his door when she's really in need of it and when she is really missing him, only to leave during while he's asleep – but not without leaving a soft kiss upon his lips. She was okay with this, because she knows she is the only one getting hurt by this.
Letting a sigh leave his lips, he gave a small shrug before he headed up the stairs again. "An old friend of mine, that is who she is." He was now at his door, and gave his neighbour a soft smile before went into his apartment. He chucked his mail onto the table as he sat down on the couch, throwing his head back as he let his blue eyes look up at the blank ceiling. A few more minutes passed before he felt a dip next to him, the familiar smell of her cheap shampoo wafting off of her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I just want to spend today here, with you Farkle."
"Okay Maya, I can do that." He replied and gave her a soft smile; he noted how she used one of the sheets off of his bed as a make shift dress. The thin sheet covering her bare body with just that piece of fabric as they just sat in silence, just listening to each other's breathing.
