Marie hated it, the distant feeling between them. She hated every second of it. The spark that was between them, was it still there? She needed to know, she wanted to know. She looked at him, the real him - the boy she loved. And she wanted to hold him, embrace him - tell him that everything would turn alright in the end.
Her eyes scanned the table, the people in the café. “Can you-” She said as she bit her lip, a coy smile being suppressed. “Can you show me how much you missed me.” It was playful, the same way how they’d met in the bar - the fun they had afterward in no way forgotten. IT had been her first time, and she had felt precious in his arms.
She looked at him again, inviting him with his eyes. “Hold me TJ, I missed you so hold me -” She whispered, so only he could hear. She wanted to be something to him.
“You don’t need to love me, as long as you fuck me. Please…”
it was strange to go from being together most of the time to not at all. marie left a gap in his life he wasn’t aware was there until she showed up. fuck, he hated seeing her so down. he didn’t want to be the source of that. marie deserved to be happy and be with someone that didn’t have a crippling amount of commitment issues, and yet, here tj was sitting in front of her just because she asked him to meet her.
she wasn’t making this easy for him and he knew that she knew that. that look of her is what got him into this whole situation in the first place. “marie...” he started. he tried to tell her that this was a bad idea, but tj was full of bad ideas, he was the definition of bad ideas.
“marie, you should be off finding the love of your life, not wasting time with me.” it was his attempt of trying to be a good guy. “you gotta know that i’m no good for you”
jesus christ, she was not making it easy for him.
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