You’re not good for me.

Baby, that’s not true. We are so good together.

He says that I need to stay away from you.

The fuck does he know? Can he do for you what I do for you?

You know its not like that with him.

Like what?

Like what it was with you. What it is with you. God knows I still love you. Always will. But I got to let go.

Give me a kiss baby.


Come on baby. You know you want to. One last. Just this once.

Slowly but surely his hands drifted to her hips and pulled her flush against his warm chest. She inhaled sharply. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. Her breathing quickened as her body went limp. She urged herself to push away, but couldn’t. The next thing she knew, he had slammed his lips to hers, and as he kissed her, the world fell away, the warnings of her sponsor obliterated by the smoldering of their bodies.

Lost in passion, she never even felt him slip the Ecstasy into her pocket.

In response to Priceless Joy’s 183rd Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge, based on a photo provided by Michelle DeAngelis

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