Slightly Bruised and a Little Bit Used

He stood there in front of me, the dim light casting shadows on the ground in front of him.

I stared back, glancing once around the room from our clothes scattered on the floor then back to his tall, slim frame. He came towards me, pushing me back softly onto the bed I was on.

He kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes, letting out a few soft moans.

“I have a girlfriend,” he murmured suddenly, against my neck, sending shivers up my spine.

“I don’t care,” I sighed back, as he made his way back to my mouth.

And it was true.

Call me horrible, but I’m being honest.

The party outside of this locked bedroom continued without us. No one would notice our disappearances, no one would find out. Even if they were sober enough, at this point.

I bit his bottom lip as he groaned into my mouth, tangling his fingers in my hair.

As for him?

He was leaving on tour tomorrow. I wasn’t sure how many drinks he had before this, but I counted on the fact that he wouldn’t remember this either.

I wouldn’t see him for months.

…no harm done.