017 Depression

Jane

Gavin arrived as if he had taken a jet to my place. He told me he wasn't far from my apartment, and I believed him because I lived in a central position. Everyone was close by, so it was understandable for him to be around.

I didn't call him to catch feelings. So I dropped my glass of champagne and took him to the bedroom.

He was confused, and I knew I needed to help him relax.

"We need to finish what we started. I haven't been able to get you off my mind," I lied, and he relaxed a bit. He suddenly became more confident and began to strip down. I took off my clothes and pounced on him, knocking him on the bed. James would not have fallen the way he did, but he wasn't James. Philip would have held still and put me against the wall, but then again, he wasn't Philip. Trying to flush my mind, I began to kiss him fiercely. His tongue was the same temperature as mine and didn't do it for me, so I broke the kiss, and he began to trail my body with his tongue. I started having flashes