WrittenFantasies
She/her.
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2015
Either way she wasn't giving him enough. He would have been more upset if they made out and got hot and heavy and then she stopped. He would have been pent up in no time. He was right he stopped when she wanted them to stop. She could not deny that. She didn't expect him to be happy that she stopped them from making out but it wasn't far that he was using it against her. Excuse her if she wanted their first time together to be special. He probably didn't care about sentiments though.
"I have my condo for a few more days. You don't know if you want me around any more. I think space is the best thing for us right now. I'll be back at seven tomorrow morning to work and then I will go back home." They both said their piece. He was upset, she was in the dog house. She wasn't breaking up with him. She was just giving him space.
She picked up her keys and purse. She could finish packing up and find a new place to live. At least find a hotel near by until she found the right spot. "I'm sorry I hurt you.I will see you tomorrow." She walked to the door and left. On the ride home she started to cry because it felt like she was losing the best thing to ever happen to her. When she got home she cracked open a bottle of wine and sat on the couch. She set her alarm for five in the morning and drank from the bottle while she packed her things. She did that until she got tired then she curled up with a blanket on the couch.
"I have my condo for a few more days. You don't know if you want me around any more. I think space is the best thing for us right now. I'll be back at seven tomorrow morning to work and then I will go back home." They both said their piece. He was upset, she was in the dog house. She wasn't breaking up with him. She was just giving him space.
She picked up her keys and purse. She could finish packing up and find a new place to live. At least find a hotel near by until she found the right spot. "I'm sorry I hurt you.I will see you tomorrow." She walked to the door and left. On the ride home she started to cry because it felt like she was losing the best thing to ever happen to her. When she got home she cracked open a bottle of wine and sat on the couch. She set her alarm for five in the morning and drank from the bottle while she packed her things. She did that until she got tired then she curled up with a blanket on the couch.