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Babe It's getting late and I'm tired, I better drive home now she whispered. It was the last thing she actually wanted to do as she felt the weight of his body on her lap, with one hand intertwined with his, and the other caressing his back. The moment was perfect, sitting in silence just being with him she could stay like that forever, but she could  feel those three poisoned words wanting so desperately to escape her mouth, fear started to set in, a deep real fear that this could all be coming to an end in a few short weeks, how could that be, they had been through so much, always coming back to each other like a wave to its shore. She promised herself she could do it, she could be friends with him, she could separate her feelings from his tainted lips and electrifying body. But as she leans down placing her soft gentle lips on his head it's clear it's too hard, she needs to escape, she can't get this close again, just for him to leave, so she'll lie and tell him she needs to go, kiss him goodbye and once again drive home with tear stained eyes.   -LH
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
We were Never Just Friends
Babe It's getting late and I'm tired, I better drive home now she whispered. It was the last thing she actually wanted to do as she felt the weight of his body on her lap, with one hand intertwined with his, and the other caressing his back. The moment was perfect, sitting in silence just being with him she could stay like that forever, but she could  feel those three poisoned words wanting so desperately to escape her mouth, fear started to set in, a deep real fear that this could all be coming to an end in a few short weeks, how could that be, they had been through so much, always coming back to each other like a wave to its shore. She promised herself she could do it, she could be friends with him, she could separate her feelings from his tainted lips and electrifying body. But as she leans down placing her soft gentle lips on his head it's clear it's too hard, she needs to escape, she can't get this close again, just for him to leave, so she'll lie and tell him she needs to go, kiss him goodbye and once again drive home with tear stained eyes.   -LH
I still regret not telling you I loved you, when I had the chance
#lovers#love#sad#friends#with#benefits#drive#night
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LMH08
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
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