We are old friends. Alone. I am in his room watching a movie. I don’t know what it’s about. I can only stare at his lips.
I go to the bathroom. I take off my bra and shorts. My shirt is see-through. He looks at me, smiles and sits up. I sit on the bed. We stare at each other, and unconsciously move closer until the tips of our noses are almost touching.
“What do you want?” he asks.
“You.” I say, and he kisses me.
It’s passionate, it’s wild. It’s hot. He puts his hand on my head, messing up my already tangled hair. I take off his shirt, barely breaking up the kiss. I put my hands on his chest and slowly slide them to his belt.
He takes off my underwear. It’s lost now. I don’t care. He lays me down on the bed and by the time he kisses me again, he is completely naked. He takes off my shirt, and now there is not a single piece of clothing separating our bodies.
“Tell me you love me,” I say. “I don’t care if it’s not true.”
“No.” He says. “You don’t want love. You want sex.”
I smile. It’s true.