Baby

The Ex:
I walk up the stairs, cringing at the sound my slippers made, loudly slapping the steps.
He looks up, leaning against the wall.
I go to him.
It's dark.
The terrace is particularly chilly.
As were my hands.
We stand side by side, shoulders touching.
I shudder. I beat myself up for what it's doing to my body.
He pulls me close and kisses his way up from my throat.
I sigh and pull back.
'This isn't what I came for '
'But you knew what I came for'
'Well yes, but maybe no. '
I wish I didn't.
I turn away when his mouth gets closer to mine.
His hot breath washes over me, heavy with desire.
'Come on, baby. Don't play '
I give up, and hold fistfulls of his shirt, wanting.
'You make it so hard for me'
'I know'
So I tilt my head, stroking our fires within.

The Best-friend:
We giggle loudly.
She got her lipstick all over my face.
Camera flashes. She turns my head a million times, trying to get the right angle.
I rub the stain on my face. My fingers come out purple.
I sigh. I put that lipstick for her.
'Come on, baby. Don't play'
'I look like a clown!  '
'You're beautiful. Now pose! '
And we pose.
She kisses my cheek, her eyes radiating with warmth, a reminder that she's always been there.
Through the calm.
Through the storm.
'Let's take one more! '
*collective groaning continues*

The friend:
My phone screen lights up with a new notification.
I didn't miss a beat and opened it.
What's the point of stalling?
Sigh.
Another favor. 
I couldn't stop wishing that he sees me for what it is.
And for what it isn't.
'So, how'd you get it?  The files? '
'Now, I can't give that up ', I say, snickering.
It hadn't always been this easy.
The conversation. The laughs. The teasing.
'Come on, baby. Don't play'
'Never'
'Always '
I chuckle.
Yes! sometimes I write about you.
I mean, god I gave up everything else.
Can't I write?