You have passed the test, it was all just a test, we were only kidding, real life is so much better than that.
The encounter had all of the elements of being romantic but the situation tainted its’ potential.
It was late and he kissed me at the doorstep passionately and unpredictably, the way that I prefer it. My lips and his hands were ahead of themselves but I distinctly remember my arms catching up slowly to return the embrace.
The rest is a blur of clothes, teeth, whispered sweet nothings and screams of adoration.
"You look so beautiful right now."
"Oh my God."
Before we started, I told him that I don’t normally do this.
"We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to."
"No, I want to."
On the one hand, you don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t consider your presence worthy enough to make time for.
The contrast: every time you utter “I deserve so much better”, your foundations are chipped by your unjustified words.
(I guess I’m only beautiful in bed.)