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"See, it doesn't work that way. You and me? We're not built for this shit. We were never meant to go out on dates or shit, you said so yourself. Hurting, fucking, hey... seems like it's all we're both good at. At least for each other."Faith's words echoed in the back of my head the entire silent way back to the hotel, all the way up to the room
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Well, yeah, but it wasn't like it was just me making it that way. There was something about the combo of me and Wes that always fucked things up no matter how hard we tried. Not that I wanted to get all into it with him at the moment, but... whatev, right?
Once I was settled into bed, though, I heard him come into the room. Don't turn and look at him, Faithy, just don't...
It'll be too much.
"For the record, of course you're more than good enough to share a bed with."
I almost laughed at that, but I just kept quiet with my back to him as I heard clothes falling to the floor. I was never good enough for anything, and he pretty much proved that. He was reday to come crawling into bed to fuck me, try and make it all better since it seemed to be the only way we could communicate right.
The only thing we did together right.
I felt the bed move, and he didn't touch me, though. What the fuck? Turning, I saw him on his side of the bed, a good amount of distance still between us, not looking at me. Ok, fine, now he had me totally fucking confused.
"Kick me out if you want, but know that I will be back tomorrow night, and the night after."
I wiped at a stupid fucking tear and nodded my head, realizing he wouldn't even see the gesture anyways. "Not gonna kick you out, Wes," I whispered as I shut my eyes and tried to sleep.
Didn't even realize in the middle of the night that I ended up curled next to him.
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