Song: Delete by Katie Angel
It is common knowledge that the two are never official, even if the signs were all there.
They had the same chemistry as when he was younger. They would look at each other differently from the rest of the world, even if they were still together. The tension was obvious whenever they met. It was more than that, even if that was what they kept telling everyone.
Everyone knew what they were to each other. It was clear that there was something that was more than what was apparent on the surface.
It was something more.
It was months after they broke up—or whatever that was—when she came back into his life.
They were not on the same speaking terms anymore. They only see each other on occasion, and they try to avoid each other most of the time.
But the moment they see each other again, they know what will happen. He tells himself it’s only for this night, and she tells herself they will delete their messages tomorrow morning.
The rest, they leave to chance.
The sex was a bit rough.
She was teasing him, and he was angry because he still wants her. His hands on her thighs were firm, and the way he touched her was not tender but not cold. It was an intoxicating mix of lust and nostalgia.
When he kisses her, she laughs against his lips. “You still hate losing control.”
He kisses her again, and when she parts her lips, he replies with, “You’re the only one who made me.”
The night is all adrenaline and skin. They tell each other that this is the last time it will happen again, even if they have said that many times already.
He finds her earring the following morning.
By sunrise, she is gone.
He deletes their chat history again, just like the last times.
But he cannot delete the perfume that lingers on his shirt.
Kinktober
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