Sixty Nine

"I despise and love you at the same time," Elizabeth says, her eyes locking onto mine. "And because of that, my lust and obsession over you has taken every fiber of my entire being."

"Can't we be more than just people who knew each other from the past?" I asked her, and this time, I was fighting the urge to not do the thing where lips touch even for a second. "I want us to be more than just...people who meet and go haywire with our desires and pleasures."

"Greg," she says as I notice her staring directly at my face, and even for a split second, none of her facial muscles seem to move that much. "Don't you think we should think things carefully before making a unanimous decision?" As if to tease me, she starts moving herself closer. "You know, we shouldn't make it a conscious and regular habit to only think about ourselves and not think about other people."

"I agree," I say, with a hint of stutter mid-sentence. "As a man, I should be thinking about other people and not just myself. I have been completely enamored and seduced by myself that I forget I needed to seduce other people to have their attention on me."

Elizabeth whispers close to my ear, "Is that what you really want, Greg? Don't want me for my body and love me for the kind of person I am today, tomorrow..." she starts leaving a trail of kisses on the side of my neck. "The day after, and the day after that."

"I do love you, Elizabeth. I am never the kind of person to only ever want a person just for their body."