A Thousand Pieces

Andrew

I slipped out of her, breathing roughly as exhaustion washed over me. We’ve been going at it for hours since the night before.

“You’re so good. Why didn’t I ever think of having a taste of you?” she asked breathily, panting profusely from our crazy action.

“Well, you’ve always seen me as a little boy, when we’re the same age,” I replied impassively from where I lay facing the ceiling, with my palm as a cushion for my head.

“I’m older than you, Andrew,” she said, raising one eyebrow at me.

“With just a few months,” I replied.

“With 6 months, man. Besides, you acted like a kid back then. Throwing tantrums all over the place. Vincent, that time, was wiser and manlier. I couldn’t help falling for him,” she said, matching my position while staring dreamily as if reminiscing the moments with Vincent.

“And here we are, banging each other,” I sneered.

“What else can I do? He wouldn’t stop thinking about that bitch,” she scorned.

“What bitch. Vincent is like a brick. Since you,