I was down for the count, bedridden for months, drowning in sickness. He played the saint—tending to me, spoon-feeding me, fetching water, even helping me wash.

But then, through the grapevine, the ugly truth hit me like a sucker punch: while I was out cold from meds, he was downstairs banging the neighbor chick. Slipping away to get his rocks off as soon as my eyes shut.

I was fighting to heal, and he was just unloading his filth.

Even now, thinking of his “tender gaze” rips me apart, a bitter blade twisting in my gut.

#betrayal #heartbreak #deception #rage

Two fiery teens are tangled up in a steamy embrace, pressed close in the front seat of a beat-up old car.
The heat between them is electric, and the guy, voice dripping with desire, murmurs to his girl:
"How 'bout we slip into the backseat, babe?"
She fires back with a cool:
"Nah."
Thrown off but not backing down, the dude keeps the fire burning, hands roaming, sensing she's still into it. He tries again, low and hungry:
"Come on, let’s hit the backseat, yeah?"
"Nope," she shuts him down.
Now he’s straight-up flustered but hides it, keeping the passion alive with every touch. After a while, seeing her melting under his spell, he growls the question one more time:
"Backseat, now?"
"Still no," she snaps.
Completely baffled, he can’t hold back anymore and blurts:
"Damn, why the hell not?"

#steamy #teenromance #backseatdrama #tension

Jelly not impressed at our laughter