Hickeys. Seriously who gives hickeys anymore?
“You bruise easily.” He traces his fingers over the bruises on my neck and lightly kisses them.
“You need to be gentler.”
2 days later and here we are again wrapped up in his sheets exhausted from a night of too little sleep.
Exhausted at work I play last night over in my head. What is it about Dan that leaves me wanting more? Usually I would be bored by now. Usually I would be bored from the moment I had him in bed. But I don’t feel quite done yet. He is the first interesting person I have had in a while.
“Do you like him?” 3 nights with the same man and already each of my close friends have asked me this question. I guess they are not used me to spending so much time with one man so close together.
“No I don’t. We just get along really well and he is fantastic in bed, as in stopped-breathing-thought-I-was having-a-heart-attack good in bed. And well it’s just nice to do the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing with someone I can actually consider a friend.”
I don’t want him, I don’t like him. Well not in that way. I can quite happily lie there next to him and discuss other girls give him advice on how to play the game. We talk till 3:30am I’m used to his whispers now; the way he holds me and fills me up with stories of his life. I find myself letting my own secrets come flooding out in whispers as I continue to trace my fingers along his body.
He is an army boy, trained to read people to draw them out and I fall for every trick.