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Which wasn't a lie, he did get some lovely pictures of us together and videos of the beach. Just normal lovely couple things. But of course, he also had ulterior motives with that camera.

We decided that before Metallica left on their long and tiring Damaged Justice tour to promote their newest and seemingly most popular album, And Justice for All, that it would be a good idea to go on a quick trip together, just the two of us. We wouldn't get any alone time for many months, and any chance that I had to join them on tour was never peaceful or a lot of good time together. Maybe we'd go out once, then the rest of it was quickies whenever James wanted them and had time.

Time he didn't really have, but sex he really wanted.

This trip was supposed to make up for all of that lost time before we lost it, and to also soak up each other's presence before all we had of each other was a rare and short phone call.

It was another warm morning, one of our last days in Cancun. We only had about two days left, and we were making the most of it. I woke up around 9am, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains of our hotel room., my head on his chest. I blinked away the remnants of sleep and opened my eyes, smiling warmly at the man in front of me, before my eyes saw the stupid camcorder in his hand, and he was recording.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” He said softly with a warm expression. I gave a glare, though I didn't mean it. “Have you been filming me sleeping?” I accused him, and he chuckled. “Maybe, but not too long, just wanna be able to enjoy what I won't have when I miss this so much,” he explained, and I rolled my eyes, watching him end the recording and set down the camera, not turning it off though, "That's so creepy. But sweet. You're such a weirdo.” I said with a grin before giving him a soft kiss to the lips, and when I pulled away he had a mischievous look on his face. “I was thinking… there's gonna be a little more than just you sleeping next to me that I’m gonna miss,” he said, his voice deep, “Why don't we have some fun for the camera, hm?”

If there was one thing I couldn't resist, it was him. If there was another, it would be sweet slow loving morning sex with him.

I giggled and nodded, leaning in and started to kiss him deeper before he gently pushed me away. “I gotta get all of this on video baby, hold on,” I watched him set back up the camera so it was recording, seeing the little light flick on. “So eager,” He said with a smirk before leaning in and kissing me deeper as his tongue probed my lips for entrance, our tongues moving together as a soft moan escaped my throat and into his mouth, causing him to groan softly.

He had one hand on my cheek, and the other was of course holding up the camera to our intertwined faces. My arms were draped around his neck, one sneaking away to trail down his bae chest and abdomen before my hand reached his boxers, palming him through the thin fabric, eliciting a noise from deep within him as he pulled away from the kiss, “Fuck, baby,” he breathed as I worked on getting his boxers down, him lifting his hips to make it easier before his cock sprang free, hitting his abdomen. My hand wrapped around him, giving slow strokes to his sensitive flesh as I leaned in, giving lazy sloppy kisses to his neck, sucking softly on some parts and biting where I knew he was weak, giving me the blessing of soft whimpers on my ears. He kept the camera on us as I kept stroking him, his hands reaching to grope my breasts through his shirt that I was wearing, causing me to react too. I stopped my motions on him for a moment to slip the garment off, leaving my breasts exposed to the air, my nipples going erect as the air brushed by us. My skilled hand resumed its work on him as his eyes locked on my chest, his hands playing with the soft mounds of flesh.

“God, Im gonna miss these tits,” he muttered, holding the camera close to me as he started to groan louder, whining a little bit, “Oh fuck, gonna cum,” he breathed before releasing himself all over my hand and his stomach. His chest was rising and falling, slowly coming down his high as I kept stroking him slowly before he returned back to earth, his eyes looking at the mess on him. “Gonna help clean that up, doll?” I felt myself growing wetter as I nodded, leaning down as the camera followed me and I gave wet lazy licks to his stomach, then moving to his cock, which made him shudder, his member growing erect once again, both from the sight and the sensation before I moved to sucking my fingers clean and licking my hand free of his secretions, “Such a good girl, hm?” He praised me and I nodded, my eyes moving from him to the camera. “Doing so well for the camera and for me, love you so much…” His eyes never left my form, “Now it's your turn to feel good,” he said before leaning in to kiss me and pushing me over so I was laying on my back and he was on top of me. I was only wearing my thin lacey panties, the ones he had bought me a few months ago for our anniversary. He rubbed me through the already damp fabric, quickly slipping it down and lifting my legs so they were spread and bent at the knees, revealing myself completely to him, holding the camera up to my entrance before sliding two thick fingers into me, causing me to gasp and let out a high pitch moan, his fingers slowly working me open.

“So wet for me, so pretty,” he whispered before leaning in and pressing soft kisses to my clit, his tongue flicking it gently, making my back arch as I cry out, already feeling my orgasm approach quickly. His talented mouth and fingers worked simultaneously to push me over the edge, his long fingers curling to massage that perfect spot inside of me, finally causing my whole body to shudder as I squeezed his fingers tight, releasing all over his lengthy digits and tongue. He helped me ride out my high before pulling away, his chin and facial hair moist with my slick which he wiped away with the back of his hand, holding his two fingers out to me, commanding me to suck them clean, to which I quickly obeyed, taking them deep in my mouth, tongue swirling around them skillfully as I maintained eye contact with him, then back to the camera. He pulled his fingers away, praising me before grabbing my thighs and hoisting my legs up on his shoulders, lining himself up with my entrance, feeling his tip ghost my already sensitive hole before pushing in slowly, my tight warmth engulfing his member as he rocked into me.

His breath hitched when he reached the hilt, my eyes already rolling back at the depth he reached. The camera was still held above me, its intense red glare staring me down. “Put on a show for the camera, yeah pretty lady?” He coaxed, beginning to thrust in and out of me, our shared noises of pleasure mixing together in the thick air. My breasts bounced with every stroke he took, his eyes dragging over me with a strong power, feeling his pupils trace every curve of my body. He kept one hand under my breast for balance, but also massaged me at times. His thrusts were slow and lazy, but firm and deep, hitting every spot just right as he rocked and swirled his hips. My moans grew in pitch, his breathing growing heavier as we both neared our finishes, his pace increasing slightly as his thrusts lost rhythm, “Cum with me, being such a good girl,” he praised me again and again, my eyes fully rolling back as I felt the knot in my gut snap, my heat pulsing around him and squeezing him before he spilt himself inside of me, riding out both of our highs by continuing to thrust into me, deep groans and soft whines leaving his mouth before he collapsed onto me, his golden locks cascading over both of our faces as he pressed wet kisses to my cheeks and neck before reaching my lips, his tongue delving deep and moving lazily against mine as we both recovered from our highs. He pulled away slowly, never having put down the camera, even if it was just seeing complete darkness a moment ago. I was taken back into frame, James free hand trailing down from my neck to my breasts, fondling them and showing them to the camera before trailing further down to where our bodies met, making sure the camera got a good view of it before he pulled out, a soft breathy moan escaping his lips, a whine from mine as I felt the absence of something inside of me. He brought the camera down to my still pulsing hole, his cum mixed with my own fluids. I was unaware before I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of him holding his camcorder up to my most private areas, “Jamie! You are so weird!” I teased him, and he pulled away with a grin, “Gonna miss this view a lot, need to get the best possible memories of it.” He responded, cutting the recording before moving to lay down next to me, my eyes following him as he kissed me softly.

“I love you so much, you did so good for me… gonna keep me so happy on tour, getting to see your pretty face so fucked out from my cock..” He whispered, kissing my cheek as he caressed the soft skin. I snuggled closer to him, feeling exhausted from our intense love making, despite it still being the morning.

“Heading back to sleep, huh baby?” He said in his soft loving voice and I nodded. “Fucked so good it put you to sleep,” he chuckled, enclosing his arms tightly around me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BONUS

It was about two months into Metallica's tour, and I hadn't seen James since our little getaway together. Though, tomorrow that would change as I had a flight booked to come out and visit him on tour.

In the meantime, we had been calling, and tonight was no different, phones in hand and oftentimes other things in hand to please ourselves to each other's voices.

We had been on the phone for about 30 minutes, just discussing the plans to pick me up and what we would do while I was there, still debating our plans for his day off.

When the last school bell rang, you and James meet each other outside where you both give each other shy grins.

"Y'ready?" He let out a nervous chuckle as you glanced at his car. An old beat up thing that got him from point A to point B.

You let out a small laugh and nod before getting into the car, sitting in silence before you start the engine and start to drive. Besides the quiet music playing on the radio, the car was quiet, both of you waiting to get to his house to participate in what was to come.

As the car comes to a soft onto the bumpy, gravel driveway, James is quick to get out of the car, leaning onto it as he waits for you to get out, a soft blush on his face as he looks back and forth from your face which was as pink as his and the door of the house.

"No one's gonna be back, right?" You ask with a wide-eyed expression, glancing around as if the neighbors who were outside knew. "No one's here, just us," He says and pulls you in so you both could walk into the house. You have been at James' house plenty of times, but today, it seemed like it was the first time you were here. James laughs and tugs at your hand as you run upstairs, faces red, hands sweaty, and rushed feet.

You giggle as james grins and kisses your lips. His soft yet slightly chapped pink lips touching yours in a playful and fun kiss before he looks down at you nervously with a tiny smile. "You sure you wanna do this" He mumbles out as he presses his chest into yours.

You nod as you pull him closer and kiss him again, melting into the so far innocent kisses between us. "I wanna do this" you say as he kisses the corners of your lips and leans into your frame, his hips pushing into your body as you feel his arousal through his jeans making you gasp and push against the bulge you could feel.

You pull back from the kisses which were slowly getting needier, and pull him over to his messily made bed where he starts to kiss you sloppily.

You feel the heat in your core rise as your hips buck up to meet his. "Fuck" he whispers roughly as he gently tugs at the hem of your shirt. His usual higher voice now a bit rough from need.

"James" you gasp out as he kisses you once more before pulling back, his eyes full of lust and emotion, his own hormones too overwhelming. You huff as you tug at his shirt, helping him take it off as he let's out a breathy chuckle before helping you out of your shirt. "Can I take this off" He whispers nervously, almost carefully as he pulls at your jeans. Your face burns at the bareness of your chest in front of his eyes, his eyes full of hunger and want.

You nod, it was almost too much to say anything as he tugs at the denim around your hips. You look down as james' let's out a tiny sound, his throat going dry at the sight of your panties now stained with a wet patch in the middle. You look away, face red in embarrassment as he taps at your stomach.

"You're so fucking pretty" He mumbles, those blue eyes full of affection. You let out a tiny laugh and smile before laying back as he crawls lower towards your legs. You could hear James let out a tiny whine as his hips buck into the mattress under him before he's tugging at the thin fabric that covers you.

Feeling bold, you pull down at the straps on your shoulder, pulling away your bra as you hear another choked out whine from the boy watching you. As the thin fabric covering your heat is pulled down and pulled from around your legs, James swallows hard and looks up at you.

"You're gonna tell me what feels good, right?" He asks nervously. Quickly nodding with a tiny hum you bite your plushy lower lip as james uses his pointer finger to gently touch at the soaked folds, your hips buck as a soft gasp leaves your lips.

Another shaky breath is pulled from you when he looks up at you and runs his fingers up and down your wet slit before licking his lips.

James pushes his finger up slightly to where he thinks your clit is and looks up, watching for a reaction as he continues to poke around the spot. Letting out a frustrated "jamie" you squirm a bit, making him pull away, his eyes wide in confusion.

"James please" you ask with a whiny voice as he tugs at his jeans quickly, pulling his clothes off in a hurry and leaving his pale body on display. He whimpers as his hard length brushes against your thigh. His eyes flickering towards yours as he pulls down the fabric of his white boxers, a wet patch on the front of his as well as he peels off the sticky fabric.

"Oh," you whisper, it was weird looking, standing straight up, long and firm. Dark pink at the tip with a bead of milky white fluid at the slit from the teasing, a dusty pink color down the shaft as a vein decorated the underside of it. Blond course hair is scattered all over his pubic bone leading up to his belly button.

James blinks, almost worried at your gaze, he grunts quietly and climbs on top of you, hiding his flustered face.

You pull your head up to get a look at his face. "James"

He looks up, his eyes meeting yours in a nervous confusion. "I-it might hurt, I think," He murmurs, his eyes darting from yours to your exposed tits, to off of you completely when his face burned a dark crimson color. "It can't be that bad," you whisper softly and gasp when you feel the nudge of his hard tip against your wet folds. "James," you gasp, which makes him pull away quickly and let out a tiny whine.

"No, no, im okay, it's okay," you say quickly and pull him closer by his biceps. His body was stronger than it was when you had met him, more muscular.

James looks down at you, giving you a soft and pleading look before burying his face into the crook of you neck and pushing him self against you, his cockhead pushing against your tight, wet hole.

You gasp and squeeze at his shoulders as he whimpers, his hips uneasy and shaky as he tries not to shove himself in. "Oh my god," he whimpers in a quivery voice before letting out a choked moan when you clench around the intrusive feeling in between your legs. "Does it- fuck, does it feel good?" He tries to ask as he shuts his eyes.

Your mouth falls open, a moan slipping past your lips at his question as you run your fingers down his arm. James grunts, his usual clean voice now a whimpery mess as he looks down at your face, your eyes teary as he tries to help you calm down and not completely shove his cock into your hole.

The blond peppers messily peppers sloppy kisses onto your face as you let out moans, face morphing in pain and upcoming pleasure.

James grunts out as he pushes deeper, his hips trying to push in with an unsteady rhythm while your noises urged him to want to fill you up with him. You look up at him, his eyes screwed shut, and jaw dropped as his mouth falls agape.

You buck your hips up, whining. "More, m-more" you try to get out as other noises spill from your lips. James grunts and pushes in deeper, letting out a choked cry as he shoves the rest of himself in, making you cry out a little at the stretch. "Jamie!", "Oh fuck, f-fuck, sorry, sorry s-shit" he whimpers and mumbles apology after apology as his eyes open and tears start to brim his eyes and his hips start to thrust in and out slowly, your whimpers turning into little moans as he tries to set a pace but loses his rhythm every two seconds.

You could feel the pulsing of his cock inside you, the little twitches as he hides his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers and moans. Little "uh, uh, uh's" leave your mouth as you bring your head back into the soft pillows, feeling James move faster and more desperate inside of you.

"Oh my god" you whisper out as you feel a tightening in your tummy which makes you clench around James, earning a whiny reaction from him as he twitches inside you once more, "I-fuck, I cant- oh god-" he cries out and buries his face into your chest as he uncontrollably ruts into you. A gasp leaves both your mouths when you tense under him and clench around him tightly, your body squirming and your hips bucking up as his thrusts get sloppy and lose all rhythm, hips twitching as he came deep inside of you.

You whimper and pant as you try to get a look at your boyfriend who was whining into your neck as his hips lazily thrust, unintentionally overstimulating himself after that orgasm. His continuous movement makes you whine from sensitivity, James pulls away, his eyes wide and blank, no thoughts behind those blue eyes anymore.

You look at him and he flops down besides you, wrapping his big, long arms around you and pulling you into him as he kisses at your neck lovingly and tiredly. You nuzzle back into him, closing your shaky legs as you lay your head onto his bare chest.

James grunts and pulls out slowly making you shiver a bit at the sensitivity and new sensations.

You watch curiously as his cock, swollen and red, moist at the tip, slowly deflated and softened against him. James looks at you as you watch it, nudging you gently.

"Whatcha lookin at?" He asks, his eyes still glossed over with pleasure.

"Nothing" you mumble and lean up to nuzzle in closer as your eyes feel droopy. "Why me?" He mumbles, maybe tired and discombobulated from what had just happened, but it was honest.

"Because love you.."

Besides, he knew you’d let him back in one day. Even if you didn’t, he’d love you still; an addict persists, even when their vice begins to hate them. But you’d never hate him, because you weren’t just a thing to crave, a drug to be addicted to. You were everything. As daft as he was when it came to love, he would try his hardest. But that was the morning’s problem.

It was almost embarrassing how much better you slept in Dave's arms as opposed to sleeping alone. In fact, it was entirely embarrassing the way the warmth of his body soothed your head like a balm, and his steady heartbeat acted like a gentle lullaby that kept you under a deep sleep. You knew, had you been awake and disillusioned by the comfort he gave, you would have beaten yourself up for even letting your guard down like this. But you weren't awake, nor were you particularly disillusioned. For the ephemeral time being, you would let yourself be vulnerable - it wasn't as if you were making love to him again, right?

That'd be ludicrous, obviously.

You hadn't slept with anyone in the months you had been single. It wasn't that you didn't miss a good fuck, but you weren't that superficial. Sex alone was fine, but being intimate with somebody you loved and trusted was so much more sensitive, how could the two compare? Dave knew how to make love too. He knew just what to say, what angles to hit; all the things that made him a good lay, but it was how he'd press his sweaty forehead against yours, tell you he loved you like he was reciting the Lord's prayer, and squeeze your hand tight when you writhed around him that made him a lovemaker. He had made you feel special, particularly in the bedroom, which was why you were completely put off of sleeping with anyone else just yet. How can somebody make you feel so valued and precious, just to throw it away in one meaningless fuck? God, if he wasn't confusing, you didn't know what he was.

However, your lack of desire to sleep with anyone else ended at Dave. You ached to be under him again, to have his lips against your body, telling you how beautiful you were as he took you apart with the utmost care, even in his most frenzied moments. Manifestation worked you supposed! As the two of you slept, intertwined in one another's presence like a gift to be preserved, it was always natural for you guys to shift around in your shared slumber. Fine, normal.

But it all got fucked up when you ended up with your back nuzzled into his chest, two puzzle pieces meeting after too long apart. The sensation of your round ass against his crotch slowly roused Dave from his sleep, cursing himself for being half-hard from the feeling alone. He wasn't here to do that, he knew that. He definitely didn't want to taint the pure moment either - this was sweet, just having you in his arms, the scent of your comforter filling his senses with a calm he hadn't felt since he messed it all up, but he just couldn't help it.

He had been kicking himself the moment he marred everything you had worked so hard to nurture; chasing anything that felt like you, he went from woman to woman in drunken hookups, and every woman he took to bed made that hole you left a little bit bigger. Nobody felt like you. No one made such sweet sounds as you, looked as precious under or on top of him, nor did they make him feel so seen. He had always ached to belong somewhere, and when your fingers were knitted into his hair, and had your legs draped over his shoulders, he felt like he did. He knew he did.

Hoping to placate the growing ache in his cock, he just kissed your jaw gently. He thought dumbly, ‘Yeah, that’ll sort me out.’ The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, so he left it at a kiss before rolling over onto his back. He hoped the lack of contact with your body would make his head stop spinning and his erection growing.

Nope.

Now he’d felt the familiar warmth of your body, your gentle curves that melted into his hand, he was stuck with that sensation. He felt so gross and perverse for even making something so innocent something to sexually react to.

Once his own warmth left your body, you grumbled in your sleep. He’d been comfortable and kept your back warm where your comforter couldn’t reach, so now his cozy chest wasn’t against you, it was quite jarring. “Dave?” You mumbled groggily amongst the dark of your bedroom.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He whispered back, his voice sounding slightly rough as he rubbed his large hand over his face. The thought of having you wrapped around him just couldn’t escape his head, and it was annoying actually. You made him feel like an uncontrollable teenager.

“Come back,” was your simple, sleepy response. Though you were starting to feel a little more awake, once he was back on you you’d be lulled like a baby. He complied obviously, not wanting to disobey you at all, but the sigh of shame that came with embarrassingly pressing his hard-on against your lower back was hilarious.

You couldn’t help but scoff amusedly at it, “Really?” He was so easy—that was the problem that had split you apart after all. He had no sense of self control, but in some cases it was kind of sweet, endearing even. He hadn’t come to you for a shag; he could get easy sex anywhere, but simply being around you was enough to turn him on. Usually, his desire for other women came from just wanting something. It was selfish and shallow, but there wasn’t anything about the girls themselves that grasped him; he just liked having sex.

With you? Everything in his body screamed his want for you. Not sex. He wanted to be close to you, to kiss you, to make love to you.

“Yeah…sorry.” He whispered back bashfully as he kissed on your neck just a little bit. Just a smidge. The way your exhausted laughter filled the room warmed his heart in a way it hadn’t since you kicked him out. What warmed him more? When you turned to face him, so you could kiss his puffy lips carefully.

You weren’t offended, and maybe it was the comfort that came with his presence that clouded your mind, but part of you also longed for that contact. “You’re so dumb,” you remarked with an amused tone, kissing him again as he leant into the kiss.

Feeling your lips on his made sparks fly in his head, and his cock was fully hard against his sweatpants - an old pair of his he’d forgotten to take when he packed his things (an excuse he’d left to come back? Maybe.)

“You’re so pretty.” He retorted warmly against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently pulled you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. “I need you, baby…need you in my life again.” He whispered against your neck as he kissed down your jaw.

There were so many things clouding your judgement in that moment. His hands roaming your back underneath your sleep shirt, his cock pressed against your crotch, his lips on your skin. It was dizzying! You knew you should have said no, he’d cheated goddammit, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You needed it just as bad as he did. Sure, you weren’t a drug addict, but Dave was undeniably your vice of choice. Plus, no sex in four months? Your clit was basically throbbing at any sort of contact that wasn’t your own hand.

“We can talk about it in the morning.” You mumbled finally before shutting him up with an open-mouthed kiss, knitting your hands in his luscious tresses. You had never seen a man with such beautiful hair before; his ginger colouring was alluring, especially in the light, and his curls were so precious.

You didn’t want to think about taking him back just yet, as avoidant as it was, you just needed him for now. For now was possibly all you could get after all—who knew if he would cheat again? You had no idea. He was completely fine to shut up and let you crack on.

What a dumb decision that was.

The sex was great, amazing even. Another thing it was, was stupid; you knew you were in no emotional capacity to have sex with your cheating ex, yet you did it anyways! Silly girl. But you couldn’t be blamed, not really—as much as Dave had done you wrong, it was impossible to shake him from your soul.

Dave wasn’t just a person you could let go of; he was addictive and enthralling. He wasn’t good for you in one breath, but he was perfect in another, and it was that mind-fuckery that made you so crazy about him. Despite this, you were still kicking yourself in the morning.

Groggy, you opened your eyes and turned to see him shirtless next to you, quickly realizing you were shirtless yourself, and with a disgruntled sigh you rubbed your face. “God, what have I done?” You grumbled to yourself as you tried to look at the scenarios available.

Do you get back with him now? Fuck him and leave him to the streets? Pretend it never happened? All the answers to those questions were simply, ‘I don’t know!’ because what on Earth were you meant to do in this sort of situation?

Dave woke up soon after, still reeling from the night. He was ecstatic. Being able to make love to you again had been a privilege; kissing your shoulder as you rode his dick, being able to hear you moan how much you missed him. It was irreplaceable, like you! He smirked like a proud bastard as he turned to you, “Good night?”

He just wanted the ego boost, but you couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. “Is that all you came here for? For a fuck?” You spat back, temper short as a result of your internal self-berating. You knew what he meant, but you were paranoid that sex was the sole reason for his persistence.

Dave furrowed his brows confusedly, the smirk falling into a small frown. It was too early for this, but then again, both of you had to face the music at some point. “Huh? What- baby, no. I was just asking if you had a good time, wanna make sure you don’t regret it.” He replied with a shrug, as if this was all trivial.

“Of course I regret it, you cheated on me!” The audacity for him to ask if you regretted it was immense, because as long as 2+2 was 4 you would regret this. Even if all went well between you and Dave from here-on, you would regret this. It was a dumb decision.

“I apologised! What more do you want from me, sweetheart?! I mean, shit, I’ve been knocking at your door for weeks. I don’t want no one else.” He told you firmly, slightly irritated from his hangover, and from your raising of your voice. He knew this was an important conversation, but gosh, couldn’t it wait?

A scoff forced its way through your lips as he insisted he didn’t want anyone else, “Didn’t stop you though.” You knew it was a snide remark to make, but the hurt was still very much there. You don’t just move on from being cheated on after a fruitful two year relationship.

“I know, okay!” Dave huffed as he sat up, facing you properly so he could get through to you, “I know I fucked up. I can tell you that time and time again, because I know what I lost when I did that. But I also know I want you, I want to prove myself to you that I mean that!” He insisted, hoping to get through to your stubborn head.

He knew you had your guards up for a reason, because he’d hold his hands up and admit he had hurt you. He hated himself for it, because it was one thing he never wanted to do to you.

“How are you gonna prove that, then?” You mumbled with a slight pout, wanting to petulantly turn your back to him, but you were a grown woman. You were going to hear him out, because you could see the glint in his eyes when he spoke about redeeming himself to you.

“Just let me start from the beginning. I know we’ve sort of…messed that plan up,” he chuckled wryly as he gestured to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, like a shameful reminder of your night prior. “But seriously, baby. I want to start again, I want to prove myself. Let me take you on dates, let me get you flowers, let me write you songs. It’s corny as fuck but I mean it. I’m willing to be corny for you. I love you, and I don’t want to fuck this up again.” His declaration was genuine and strong, hoping it would give you some sort of give-way.

You just sighed, full of frustration and conflict.

How could someone who had hurt you so bad, still be so beautiful, loving and genuine? He just didn’t make sense, and you supposed a downfall of knowing Dave was the addiction you got in figuring him out. He wasn’t a bad person though. Despite his actions you knew that, because he would do anything for you, regardless if you were split up or not. He was proving that now, and his plead was tugging your heart right into his arms.

“If you want to start again, get dressed.” You relented with a small smile, seeing him light up like a puppy being shown his favourite ball.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded eagerly as he rolled out of bed and scurried to pull his clothes back on and pretend that the mind-blowing sex had never happened! You couldn’t help but chuckle, because as dumb as he was, he was yours.

Starting again wasn’t too bad, as long as you didn’t end up where you left it.