“no, STOP.” juliet says in a stern tone, shoving the other lightly, who moments ago was trying to shover her hand in her panties. she stands up from the bed, crossing her arms, “i think you should go. isn’t your dumbass boyfriend wondering where you are? you should go to him if you wanna get fucked.” she’s bitter, VENOM lacing her tone as she speaks, her eyes locked in a icy gaze at the other. “i can’t do this anymore, you know. i fucking love you, and i don’t wanna mess around. but you won’t leave him and every time i try to bring my feelings up you just fuck me to change the subject. just GO.” she opens her bedroom door, hoping that would show that she was being completely serious. juliet hates herself for f a l l i n g for this girl (her love life was an endless string of meaningless fucks which she was content with), but hates the other more for not feeling the same.
her hands quickly drifted away from juliet’s body once she thrust her. with a tired sigh leaving her lips, amayah sat herself on the edge of the bed, attention all over her partner. ‘are you serious? c’mon, you’re being ridiculous.’ the annoyance contained in her tone was clear as water, those kind of talk were the reason why she was always trying to escape somehow. feelings, love, none of these were for her. ‘i’ve already told you that when the time comes i’ll break up with him’ she speaks with confidence the lies. she couldn’t lose him but neither her. ‘why me being here with you is never enough?’ her french accent attenuated the drama as she speaks.
