Girls are Wiser
—Baby, if you love like this… you should be there, with her —she said, recovering her breath.
—What? —He asked, confused, landing in the bed by her side, recovering from the Olympic effort.
—You… haha… you should be with the girl you love, not here, bad boy —she said, getting comfortable between his arms.
—Maybe… not your business, is it? —he replied.
—Maybe… huhu, I'm just intrigued since you called me by her name —she whispered, smiled and kissed him again—. Does she have a boyfriend or are you a cheater?
—No… and no, it's just too complicated —he sighed.
—If you won't go with her… someone else will... —she said, climbing on top of him.
—I know… —he answered after she was up there.
Something interrupted them; it was her phone.
—My boyfriend is coming —she said, so happy.
—Then... it's time for me to leave —he said, as calmly as having her like that allowed him.
—You can stay... if you wish —she offered, enjoying his lustful gaze and his touch, with her hands in his chest.
—No... I don't want to meet him… —he managed to add, but he didn't try to leave.
—Hahaha… there won't be any trouble, but, as you wish, baby —she said after give him a kiss—. Call me later if you need something… —she whispered, then she freed him and both started looking for their clothes— and you need to talk with her.
—Huh?
—You know, that thing you feel inside for her… it's hers, so give her what is hers, besides, if I were not me, you were outside right now…
—Her name?
—Hell yeah! Girls just don't like to be called by others name. That’s something you definitely never do.
—... —he couldn't say anything else. The name had just escaped from his lips, due to his soul, who claimed for the name's owner.
—C'mon, don't think too much about it, okay?
—Okay.
She approached him.
—You know, when you two will be together, maybe we all can have fun —she said and kissed him in his cheek—. It'll be funny, don't you think?
He smiled, he knew the girl he loved, would never accept so, he knew no girl around will accept that.
—We'll see…
He sighed again, got dressed and then left.
He just needed a coffee and a coffee he took.
Then, when the cup was empty, he reminded the words his lover told him, smiled and then he accepted that it was him, who was complicating things. That girl was right, he needed to talk with his crush and move on, or get attached. He needed to give her what was hers.
Girls were wiser.
Girls are wiser.
