The summer was blossoming with high temperatures, declining the presence of the AC. The road was slipping under my eyes, through the glass window of that damn black car. That ever-silent, yet steamy inside of the car.
I had been restraining myself from talking about that one significant thing that had been bugging me. That day also, I chose to be quiet about it.
Still, my brain was working like a mine worker, striking against my nerves to break them while I wished to contain my solidity.
It eventually cracked!
When I felt her hand caressing my inner thigh.
She was doing it again, using me for her pleasure.
It had become normal that only sex was steady between us.
--- What does she think I am? A slut?
Her hand advanced further towards my crotch, and the remaning calm in me finally left my conscience, making me throw her hand aside with force.
I did not care if she would get angry, which I was always worrying about. I never wished to displease her, but the traces of her never worrying for my pleasure displeased me.
Which type of girlfriend never talks about her feelings and your importance in her life?
At that point, I also wondered if I really was her boyfriend.
"What's wrong?" She asked with poise in her tone, her eyes on the road, almost as if she couldn't read the turmoil on my face.
It boasted my frustration even more. How could she never understand me? Does she even love me?
I had been controlling my tongue up until now even though I spoke with my actions, but no more, I decided.
"You really don't care about me, right? You just want my body!" I exploded! I needed her to pick up my frustration through my tone if my words were not enough.
"What?" Astounded, which she should not be, considering how brilliant she is, she asked, still driving at the same speed.
"Just tell me you don't want me to be your boyfriend and I'm just your plaything!" I boomed, glaring at her confused eyes as I fisted my hands to gain strength.
She spoke nothing, looked at me with squinted eyes, and went back to driving.
Suddenly the speed of the car dropped, and she pulled over at the side of the road while I was fuming with anger, preparing myself for what was coming. She did not realize I had so much to say.
"Is that what you think?" She broke the silence once again as she shifted her whole body towards me, her hand advancing towards the head of my car seat.
"Isn't that the truth?" I responded to her with a question, the same bitterness in my tone and in my eyes. Even I could feel how harshly I was speaking, and it made me feel my pain even more.
When I started talking about my feelings, I was expecting her to do something outrageous, and she did.
She started snickering as if I had cracked a joke. It astounded me more than anything in my life had ever done, making me scoff at her reaction.
---- Why is she laughing?
"So, that's what's going on in your head for the last few days?" Whispering another question. Unexpectedly she straddled me, jolting my body with astonishment. It was as if she was not understanding the depth of my words and thinking that I was just pouting for no good reason.
"You should have said this a long time ago." Her hands grasped my cheek, her tone a sensual touch, making me feel more frustrated.
"So, I'm right?" Breathing like the rain had suddenly touched my warm skin, I flinched back into the seat, seeking to get away from her touch.
