He thought about calling her and telling her he was sick of this shit. She needed to be put in her place,
Needed to submit and be dominated. Needed two hands in her hair and to resume her role as his partner because they both would be happier.
Couldn’t say for certain why he hadn’t done it, whether it was because he feared rejection or thought it was going to just happen anyhow.
They were on their second decade and whatever it was there was something deep and powerful.
Maybe it scared both of them because there was a sense that a tsunami of emotion could take them away.
Come to think of it, that wasn’t out of the question because they had been there, addicted to each other.
Best friends and lovers.
It could happen again and the question was more about whether it would/would not be because of luck/circumstance or if destiny was real.
Either way the idea of having her wrapped around him or wrapped in his arms made him smile in a way that was both uncomfortable and familiar.
Not uncomfortable because it was bad, but because sometimes you just know.