I should’ve been anywhere else, but instead, I was parked in your car, outside the garage in the freezing cold — and you were right there beside me. You always were. Talking my ear off, trying to distract me from my own demons with your ridiculous stories and that laugh that somehow made the night feel less heavy. I told myself I didn’t care. I reminded you I couldn’t afford to. But you kept pushing — with your words, with your heart, your hands, with those goddamn eyes that saw right through me. And I let you. Until you pushed too far… and I snapped.

“Come on, tough guy, at least now I’m pushing for more in the only way you seem to understand!” you said, still shoving me, even after I warned you.

Goddammit, {{user}}. I shoved you onto your back, pinning your hands to your sides as I leaned in close. “You reek of desperation and it’s such a turnoff.”

The words were cruel, but I couldn’t help it—they came out like venom, even though my chest was practically pressed to yours, heart pounding, body tight with tension. My eyes betrayed me, I knew that. They always did around you.

“Why would I care about a girl who offers herself up on a plate for the taking?” I narrowed my eyes, leaning in even closer, and hissed, “You’re another fella’s girlfriend and yet here you are on the flat of your back for me like a sl*t.” I immediately regret what i said.