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anything to
say.”  I turned on my heel to face him.  “No, actually, that’s not true.  Why
are you doing this?  Why do you want to move here?  Why did you say you loved me?”
     
    “Because
I do love you!  I can’t fucking think about anything else.  I spend my
entire week waiting.  Every day, all day, I wait.  I can’t get anything done. 
I don’t want to live in that apartment with that fucking asshole.  I want to
live here .  With you .”  His voice softened at the end of his rant.
     
    He
rose to his feet and placed his left hand behind my neck, his right on my lower
back.  He pressed his lips against mine.  It was gentle, slow.  After a few
seconds, his lips became rougher, more desperate.  I felt his tongue, his
teeth, everything . 
     
    He
pulled at my towel.  It pooled to the floor.
     
    Oh
God, oh God, oh God.  Seriously?
     
    I
practically climbed him.  He turned me around towards the bed and gently
deposited me in the center.  He pulled his t-shirt over his head in one
accelerated movement and tugged at his loose pants, yanking them down.
     
    He
was perfect.
     
    He
climbed into the bed, sliding on top of me.  He cupped my face with his hands. 
“I love you.”
     
    I
turned my face away, tears building fast.  My lip was starting to tremble. 
“Stop saying that.”
     
    “I
do.  And you love me .”
     
    I
shook my head.  “I don’t.”
     
    “Yes,
you do.”  He smiled at me, reaching into the nightstand, tearing back the foil
on a condom.  He eased his hand between the two of us.
     
    Just
one last time.  You can do this, Rachel.  You can do this and then tell him to
leave.  You don’t love him.  Do you?
     
    His
lips trailed up my neck and stopped at my ear.
     
    “Are
you ready?”
     
    I
breathed in and out carefully.  “Yes.”
     
    With
that, he pushed inside of me.  I groaned, arching my back.  I could feel the
pressure building up in my body already.  We were together only an hour ago! 
God, I was a slut.
     
    His
hands curved around my backside, pushing deeper.  Faster.  Faster.  Faster.
     
    I
panted.  These weird sounds started spewing out of my mouth.  I was
embarrassing myself again !
     
    “Oh
God, yes!”  Kill me now.
     
    “Are
you close?”  He breathed in my ear.
     
    “Yes.”
 I let out this bizarre “Oh!” sound.
     
    “Wait
for me.” 
     
    Wait,
what?  My head was ready to pop off.  Should I ask him approximately how long I
should wait?  I didn’t think I was going to last another five seconds.
     
    “I’m
close,” he breathed.  Thank God .
     
    Three
seconds later, I blacked out.  Maybe not exactly , but it was similar to
the feeling of giving blood.  I may need a juice box and a cookie.
     
    Vince
lay on top of me, comatose, breathing heavy.  I ran my fingers through his hair
and rested my hands on the back of his neck.
     
    “I
need you,” he whispered.  His sentiment was thick with worry.  He knew I wanted
to let him go.
     
    I
stayed silent.  I shifted a little and he pulled out of me slowly.  I pushed on
his chest lightly and shuffled out of bed, pulling on a fresh pair of light
pink lace underwear and a matching demi bra.
     
    “You
are so beautiful.”
     
    “Please,
Vince.  Don’t.”
     
    “What? 
Don’t tell you that you’re beautiful ?  That I need you?  That I love you?  I can’t.”
     
    I
shuffled through the clothes in my closet, deciding what to wear, my back
turned to him.  I chose a white sleeveless A-lined dress with a yellow apple
print.  It came just above my knee.   I pulled it over my head and started a
slow struggle with the zipper in the back.
     
    “I
love the way you dress.”  He zipped me up and placed his hands on my
shoulders.  “Let’s go out.  I want to spend the day with you… in that dress.”
     
    *
     
    We
went to a brunch place near my office.  I had been there a few times, but
always with Ryan.  Vince tried to hold my hands across the