Please Need Me – A Heartbreaking Flash Fiction of Love and Longing

My lips brushed against his neck, trying to savor the taste. He tasted like home. Like happiness. Like everything I needed.

Over the loud sound of my heartbeat, I barely heard the words he spoke over the phone.

“I will be home soon. I love you.” He murmured, barely able to contain his moan as he stiffened in my arms. My heart shattered into a million pieces at those words.

Tears burned in my eyes, but I chose to ignore them, instead drowning in his sweet taste. My teeth sank into his neck and I relished in the sound he let out. Me. I was the one who was driving him crazy.

Impatiently, I pulled the phone away from his ears and pressed the end call button. For a second, frustration flickered in his eyes. And then he noticed the hunger in my eyes.

“I am sorry.” He said to me, smiling before his hands roamed across my skin. As we shaded the layer after layer from our bodies in the darkness, I smiled bitterly.

“It’s okay.” I found myself saying before I allowed myself to be his. Because just for that one moment, he was mine.

“I need you.” He mumbled against my mouth, desperation clinging to his tone. My heart burst with useless hope, love making me breathless. I nodded my head, allowing him to use me for his pleasure.

And thus the cycle continued once more until the lines between us blurred.

Tomorrow, he would leave. Go back to the one he truly loved. Tomorrow, I will have to watch him walk away.

But tonight, he was mine. I was his. And for now, that was enough.

“Please need me. Please ask me to stay forever.” I thought to myself, like I did every night we made love. My heart knew it was impossible. It was ridiculous to want something that wasn’t mine.

But for one more night, I allowed myself to be foolish.