The difference in men

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short one shot three friends the girl has feelings for one of them and they hooked up this is the aftermath

Submitted: September 23, 2015

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 I could feel the buzzing though my pillow. I fumbled around in the dark to find it. Got it! I touch the home button I have to squint and close one eye to read it. My heart sinks its him again... Wasted of course from the party I had to escape from. How dare he flirt with those other girls and use me as backup. As much as I protested you always know what to say to draw me back the words that make me let you back into my bed. Buzz buzz buzz. God doesn't he stop. Why do I keep doing this it's not healthy. Why don't I have the will power to stop reading it's like I want myself to break. As hard as I fought the flood gates have opened. Two more text with his masterful words full of all the lies that make me feel like I'm the only one. I sit up take inventory to see if I'm even fit to drive when I realized I'm not even home just then a warm hand softly grabs my arm. I turn around and are greeted with his solid warm eyes his eyebrows cocked with worry and confusion. My phone buzzes three more times. His look has changed he now understands. He give my arm a soft pull and his radiant hand trails down my forearm and finds my hand clutched to my phone. My grip relaxes and he grabs my phone. The moment it's in his possession he jumps stumbles a little bit but walk to the slideing glass door and tosses my phone outside. Now i jump up now coming to grip of the reality of my intoxication but he gets and earful. "Anthony why would you do that! I paid a lot of money for that and you don't just do that to someone's stuff!" I just walk past him and just as I reach for the door he grabs my wrist. "Leave it. You don't need any of that shit." He says In a strong voice. We stand like this for a minute my hand right on the handle my left wrist trapped by his warming hand. When I finally relax and drop my hand from the door I turn and face him he turns to greet me as soon as my eyes meet his mysterious chocolate eyes I did my best to hold back but the tears streamed anyway. He pulled me into him and wrapped me up in his reliable arms. I collapse almost instantly thought he picks me up takes me back to his bed. He just holds me until I calm down I'm so emotionally drained he wipes my last tear from my face kisses me softly on my head and I fall asleep as he stokes my hair.


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