Dirty Little Secrets

Love is often overrated. Almost everyone thinks of it as that wonderful feeling of both bliss and contentment. They even said that, just the happiness of the person you love can bring happiness to yourself as well. But love, isn't always gonna be love, if it's not returned or cherished. Which is why I'm in this situation right now— My dress is scattered on the floor, my body covered in a scent so unfamiliar, and I am breathing a name that isn't his. After all, if I continue to love someone who takes me for granted, over and over again, I will certainly break. I opened my eyes when my cellphone started ringing again. The flashing light from it's screen illuminated the whole room, making my eyes tear up. It's been hours since I received the first call, but up until now, all I can do is stare at it. One missed call, is what appeared after the ringing died. I closed my eyes, then pulled the blanket that was only covering half of my body up to my shoulders. The room was silent once again, and as time goes by, it gets colder and colder. But despite that, an unexplainable warmth still lingers in my skin. "Aren't you going to answer his calls?" A voice whispered in my ear. I shook my head as an answer. Even though it's dark, I'm pretty sure he felt it, so there's no need for words. After a while, his hand traveled from my waist up to my breasts, carefully caressing every curve of my body. His warm breath tickled my skin when he started kissing me on my neck. The feeling of pleasure started to surge through my veins. Every move, every touch he does makes me feel like I'm being cherished, like I'm a fine piece of glass that he promised to handle with care. But... The piercing pain and this tight feeling on my chest, as if my heart is slowing shattering within me, was still there. My body may be feeling good, but my feelings are still a mess. I'm a mess. "You're getting stiff, Farren," he whispered to me. "Stop thinking about your boyfriend. I'm here. You're with me. And that's all that matters." I felt the bed rock when he got up from lying next to me. He then went on top of me. His hands are all over my body, but his soft lips stayed with mine, kissing me softly. "For now, just focus on me. Okay?" he said in between our kisses. I opened my eyes, and started returning his deep kisses. I know I shouldn't be doing this. This is all wrong, but I couldn't care less. I just wanna feel loved again. So with a voice that I almost didn't recognize, I answered, "Okay."