Disclaimer: Not Mine.
A/N: LiT thinks I'm riding on the angst train. Maybe she's right. But if you want to ride with me then get on board!
She comes to me on my terms. Or maybe they're hers. After all, she sets the boundaries of our relationship, right? Friendship. Sex. Nothing else.
I tell myself it's enough. I tell her the same thing.
But at night, when I crawl into bed, it's never enough. Cold sheets and empty arms. A lonely ache around my heart and between my legs.
Words I want to say. Things I want to share. Feelings I don't want at all. When did want become need?
Her face in my mind, my cock in my hand, I promise myself I'll tell her. Tomorrow.