‘Do you love me?’
‘What is love?’ she whispered as she pressed her lips against his forehead. Moving away from his touch, she positioned herself at the other end of the bed.
‘Love’ he echoed , his voice deep and aroused , ‘Love is lust is love.’
A smirk waltzed across her lips.She grabbed an orange from the fruit plant on the bedside table,and started peeling it.Tiny droplets of the juice showered her face.She lazily wiped the drops away and then licked her finger.
‘Love is just is love.No love is knowing when to stop long before you get screwed ,’ she said ,as she sucked on the piece of the orange into her mouth.
A throaty laugh emanated from him as he lit a cigarette.’Love is never having to say sorry,’ he said .Both of them exploded into loud guffaws.
‘Love is loving and being loved’she quipped fast.
‘Love is over-rated’he replied.
‘Love is knowing when you have found you’re soul mate.’
‘Love is teenage girls’ dreams with candy floss and pink unicorns.’
‘Love is feeling like you are invincible.Love is…. Love is….’she paused,trying to find something to say,’crap ,I can’t think of anything ease.’
‘He ha ,Shall I google love quotes ?’he caught the pillow she had thrown at him .’I swin.’
He lurch forward to grab her but she deftly him and got up from the bed.
‘Where are you going?’Surprise flooding his voice.
No answer. She continued to dress herself.
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