After a few fags in the night and about two in the morning in a row, this light nervousness, just flooding my body as I kept checking my mobile, seeing if Lila is awake, a coffee and another fag, three times checking the make up and fixing the lashes, he was up.
A brief kiss, a long kiss.
He doesn’t push it too far and sometimes after I drink too much, I just mumble a bit and drink more, sometimes he holds my glass and he becomes my drink. Like that time we were on my bed and his hands just slip up, as I just got rid of his jeans, my legs around his waist and a few thrusts.
Then after we both came, he hesitated and I did.
I kissed him and I took the remote.
He looked at me, stroked my hair and we both watched Jersey Shore, I clung onto him and
I opened to bathroom and he sat there, an undershirt and underwear, shaving, smiled.
I ran a finger down his spine and he stopped, washed off the foam and just clung on to me and we just stood there, him wobbling us together.
It's just there, really
Make Me Mad All Over