“I’m really sorry, but I don’t think it’s fair for me to keep doing this to you.” She continued, and he saw a resolution in her eyes that made his palms cold sweat at the realness of his nightmare. “You’re a really great guy, Nick. And I really do love you… but, only as a friend… That’s why I can’t continue doing this… You deserve someone better…”
The words leaving her mouth, made no sense to him. He knew she loved him, and she knew he loved her with all his might. He deserved someone else? Someone better? Screw that! He already had the one and only girl he could ever wish for and want.
“You mean the world to me, Tiff. I love you. I only love you, and I don’t want anyone else.” The mask he was holding up was slowly breaking down as tears pushed through and the quivering of his mouth became uncontrollable. “We can fix this. I’ll do anything. You’re just really tired and exhausted. I know your schedule is really hectic, but we can fight through this. Don’t give up on us…”
“I can’t… I’m sorry, but I have to go…” A sudden urgency came over Tiffany, as she started packing her purse and gave him one last sorry glance before she stood up and headed towards the exit of the room.
However, his reflexes were fast enough to stand up and quickly grab her wrist just before she could turn the knob of the door. Holding her wrist, he turned her around and stared intensely into her brown captivating eyes. Staring into her beautiful eyes, he saw the anguish conflicting in them, hesitation and bewilderment struggling to break her resolve, and he desperately grabbed onto this as a last chance to change her mind.
Crashing his lips onto hers, he was met with the previous reluctance she’d had the first time they kissed that evening. With his lips firmly pressed against hers, he stared into her open hurt eyes. Her eyes were never open when they kissed, however, now they were. A tear fell down his own eyes at their miserable situation. Did Tiffany really not love him? Were they really over? Had he really lost the girl of his dreams?
Keeping his lips firmly pressed against hers, he kept their gaze strong as he waited for Tiffany’s reaction. Waited for her to either reciprocate his feelings and make him the happiest man on earth, or trash them away into an endless abyss where he’d probably never be able to retrieve them.
However, to his surprise, Tiffany’s eyes slowly closed. With a tear forming in the corner of her eye, he felt her soft, tender lips delicately move against his, embracing his lips in a way that made his heart accelerate to it’s maximum. Right now, he didn’t care if she kissed him out of love, or out of pity. All he desperately needed was to feel her warmth, to cling onto the girl he loved so much.
As her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist, he knew he had her for at least one last night. He still had some time to change her mind, show her how much he could give her and how perfect they were for each other.
Struggling through the entrance door of his apartment, clothes were thrown and disregarded as they furiously ravaged each other’s mouth. Plunging down on his king-sized double bed, an impatient moan left his half-naked, soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. He felt a stab in his heart by the miserable term ‘ex-girlfriend’, and furiously pushed it away by diving into Tiffany’s feverish lips. Was this really going to be the last time he got to taste her delicious lips?
“Ah, Nick…” Her sedating husky moan left her as he fondled her bra-covered breast and sucked the soft spot on her neck that he knew oh so well. This was his chance to show her how good he was for her. No one knew her like he did. No one could bring her pleasure like he could, and he would show it to her. Make her realize how much she loves him as well.
“God…” Her closed eyes, flushed cheeks and lower lip biting teeth told him he was doing a good job. His hand had found the entrance of her lower parts, and the wetness he was met with further proved his knowledge of her soft spots. “Ah… Take it in…”
She was as impatient as ever, just like the Tiffany he knew. Open and ready to take him in. And he gave her what she wanted. Made her scream and clench onto his back as her body flushed blaring red over and over. Heard her scream his name in her state of euphoria as her eyes shut tight and her mouth opened wide.
Yet, the words he wished the most to hear, never came. As the end of their night came, he instead uttered them, “I love you…”, as he embraced her waist and spooned her back before closing his eyes. He ignored the nauseating feeling once again constricting his insides, and fell asleep with a heavy heart.
When dawn came, and he slowly opened his eyes, his nightmare became reality.
Tiffany was gone.