I let my fingertips delicately and mindlessly wander over your bare back, tracing imaginary circles and hearts. The same thing I do to her. I swallow the guilt, focusing on the way your messy hair tickles my nose instead. Your legs shift underneath the sheets tangling your legs with my own, alarming me that you’re waking up. I really shouldn’t be doing this…

I know. I’m such a dickhead. I have a beautiful girlfriend, Betty, already. She’s smart and cute and hot and popular. Everyone either wants to be her or be with her. And I fucked that up. She was going away for the summer break, to her family’s summer house in Italy. We had this dramatic, heartfelt goodbye on her driveway.

Summer is different from the rest of the year. The air feels salty, the days are longer, the sun is warmer. The usual normalcy is broken. You and I met at some party, just after summer break started, about two weeks ago. Betty had already left, and I was absolutely wasted. You showed up at the right time. I didn’t know your name, but I had seen you around in school. Our eyes met and by the end of the night, we ended up making out. It could’ve gone further, if i hadn’t thrown up all over the floor.

After that night, I assumed it would end between us. That it was just a one-time thing. But no. We met at another party. I didn’t drink as much this time, cause I didn’t wanna make a mistake again. Somehow, we exchanged numbers, and made out again. But honestly, I’m just a teenaged guy. I have my needs to get taken care of. Besides, every time you and I do something, I always think of Betty. It’s not really like I would ever say that to you.

After the last party, we didn’t talk at all. I didn’t call, because I just couldn’t. I didn’t talk or see you for over a week before I sent you a text, telling you to meet me behind the mall in town. I was 20 minutes late, and you were still there. I feel kinda bad to be honest, because I can tell that this between you means more to you than it should do. It’s just a summer thing, no need to get attached.

We went home to me, and we did... that. Apparently, it was your first time, but I made sure that you were completely sure about it before we went any further. And now, we’re laying here the next morning, twisted in bedsheets. Just as you stretch out your limbs, slowly waking up, my phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach over, glancing at the screen. Betty. I flip the phone over, laying back down next to you. I can see the slight confusion on your face, as to the notification on my phone.

I give you a soft smile as I stroke a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Morning” I mumble, my voice rough with sleep.