"Even Dirtier!"
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20. “Just shut up and take your clothes off.”
He’s long since understood whatever they were now, but either way, he couldn’t care less. He just wants to soak each second of her company into his memory and lock those feelings away in his heart and pretend that there was nothing more to this weirdness; that they didn’t love each other anymore. But they did. They both knew that but never said it. He’s not complaining, though. He’d do anything to make her happy and if having the occasional fling every so often suited her fine, then it would be totally good with him also.
It’s all turned into some routine now. She’d call him up and he’d meet her almost immediately, then they’d do whatever she wanted them to — normally sex, which at first was always a little daunting to the virgin-like mind of Drover but he just did everything he could. And he ended up losing those little fears of his and started to enjoy it, just as much as he hoped that she did.
Today was no different and here they were, standing in her bedroom as each of them tried with their might to pull off their clothes and kiss at the same time, Drover always secretly hoping that this would be the day that she accepted him as a boyfriend. He can hear her usual speech, but much like anything else she said to him, he’d practically memorised each word which spilled from it the first time that it happened. He didn’t need her to remind them that they were just friends. He didn’t want her to repeat the fact that this is a one off. In fact, despite how much he adored her voice, he just wanted to pretend that her words weren’t the truth, because he has to have just some hope. Only a little ounce to pull him through what they deemed to be meaningless, messy nights of sex. Just enough to prevent his heart from snapping entirely.
So, with his boyish grin spread across his lips, he kisses her cheek and mumbles, “Just shut up and take your clothes off.”
