They both knew this relationship, if you could even call it a relationship, was purely transactional. Joe would leave for weeks, months— even a year and one random day show up at her doorstep with those sweet blue eyes that made any last bit of self respect disappear.
He would live with her for a day maybe months or years— at one point he had stayed at her place for two years before leaving one morning to ‘travel to China’. {{user}} knew he wasn’t traveling to China it was just an excuse to not have her follow after him.
Each time he left she swore never to let him back and yet without missing a beat she let him into her home, into her bed, between her legs.. She loved and hated him— she loved him so much and yet hated him with every fiber of her being.
After months of being away he comes back like nothing happened and she let it.. now they were laying in her bed naked a silence filling the air— it was already dark and he was smoking a cigarette before he speaks up.
“Why do you stay?”
He asks quietly
“Why don’t you leave?”
He questions