“I don’t know, S.” Alex shook her head, her fingers threading along her dark strands before she allowed her gaze to rest on her friend’s blue orbs. “Sometimes people stay with another person regardless to how they’re treated. Thankfully it’s not our case, but it happens, sadly.” At the other woman’s following words, Alexandra couldn’t help but to laugh–leave it to Summer to turn a shitty night into a better one with her honest words about life and sex. Maybe that was why they got along so well, but Alex had always felt comfortable to speak her mind about anything with the other brunette, especially sex. “Honestly though? I don’t think Henry was that much into it until I suggested? I mean, come to think of it, I don’t remember if I suggested it first or if he did… all that I remember was that I came so hard that night. Like–we had been waiting to have sex for some reason?” She explained, shaking her head once more as a crease appeared on her forehead, as if she was trying to remember something. “Anyway–we fucked all night long and then some more the next morning. I kind of don’t want to move on from the great sex. Why does this have to be so complicated? I just want to come and be happy.”
“Sadly.” There was nothing about that subject that Summer could come up with a complement to it, turning into a discussion throughout their night, so she allowed that one to die. Deep down, she just hoped those would understand that was not the kind of love they should go through, that they deserved true love. And it sounded so cliché inside of her mind, that Summer was indeed glad those words never left her mouth. Resting her legs at the coffee table while her back leaned against the couch, she continued sharing her attention with Alex, knowing that it was her night and Summer would do anything on her power to be there for Alex, since making her feel better was a challenge, and then, as the sound of the woman’s laugh echoed in her room, Summer couldn’t help but to feel she had accomplished something good. That for the first time she had been able to help someone, and it made her smile without a warning, before Summer could debate the idea of restraining herself from doing such actions. “I remember, I was having all the sex, and you were waiting. I mean... you have the power to do as you please, but just the idea of how many nights of sex you’ve missed, it makes me sad. Call me horny, promiscuous, I don’t care. I like ending my night knowing I had pleasure, a lot of it. And... You can talk about Henry for as long as you’d like to, I won’t talk about him,” the name didn’t leave her mouth, “but one thing I can assure that I miss... the sex. So I can understand. Moving on from something good, specially when not only you had someone who was great in bed, but also someone who won your heart. It’s sad, and fucked up. But he doesn’t owe your happiness, he’s not the sun and you can be happy. Have fun, go out there, meet someone, have meaningless sex. Cry about it later, just live your life and find a way to move on.”