They weren't in love. She was honest enough to admit she'd never be able to love him, and all he wanted was to use her. "I wouldn't trust you enough to love you. I'm waiting for you to cheat on me." She told him. He'd smile and shake his hand. "Why would I cheat on you when you give me what I want." He replied.
Sex. He didn't cheat on her, because she always gave it up to him. Of course he was still gentle, and would have sporadic spastic romance. He'd buy her flowers, and the last thing he was going to let her do was forget how beautiful she was. No. He didn't love her at all.
They're conversations were limited to subjects that wouldn't put her in the utmost depression. There was no talking about Sean and his absence. The shooting, and basically anything to do with school. The subject of the STD he almost gave her and had finished treatment for was an after thought. He didn't have it anymore so they were free to have meaningless sex. That was the only thing they were able to be open about.
"I want you." He told her. She looked at him confused for a moment, but then rolled over on to her side to face him. They were laying in his bed, because her house was all too un-welcoming.
"I think you've been having me for a couple months now." He shook his head at her comment, because for once that wasn't what he meant. He ran his fingers through her hair, and remembered every patch of skin on her body. They had found themselves in the same position many times. Laying naked next to each other with her a little more exposed. Normally he'd catch sight of her chest, and he'd find himself consumed in needing at it. Now her fulling exposed boobs weren't even on his mind.
He kissed her in a slightly different way more like their first kiss in the van. His hand grazed her body, and pulled her to him. Her head rested on his chest, and her arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"When have I made you feel the best?" He asked, and she smiled.
"I think it was the first time you went down on me." He smiled at her answer. He remembered it too. "And you wouldn't stop. I liked it...a lot." Images of her squirming because of what he was doing to her ran through his head, and he gave a knowing smile. "What about you?" She smiled looking up at him. Her eyes wide, and perfect in his mind.
"The second time we had sex. The first time I was too worried that I was hurting you basically because I knew I was. The second time I got to see you enjoy it." She kissed his along his jaw, and nibbled on his neck. "You're turning me into a sexaholic." He smiled bring up his hand to rest lightly on her boob. She smiled kissing him again letting her hand roam around his abdomen that was made of muscle. "Didn't we just have sex?" He asked moving his hand from her breast to her butt.
"Are you complaining?" Her hand went down and grabbed his penis. "Because I can stop." She smiled seductively pulling away from him completely.
"No, I'm not complaining." He said pulling her under him. He made his way in between her legs, and soon inside her where he rocked his hips slowly to please them both. He leaned down kissing her touching her softly. Running his fingers through her hair making sure that she was enjoying every moment. No. They weren't in love. There was without a doubt no long at all in this relationship.
The End.