So how was it?

I set it up.
I set the scene.
Cue puckered lips and small smile, sultry eyes, and sexy lines, hair twists and flips, and then a little kiss. Cue his Lust and Pride and Envy. After that I didn't do much. Passion. Lust. pangs of guilt. Passion. Lust. knocked down the walls I built. Naive to things I never knew and Vulnerable. One thing led to another. And another. And another. And. And. And. Another. I saw it all, I'm not going to lie. I saw his eyes closed tight, I saw his body on mine. I saw the details this time. And I felt nothing until I took advantage. And it felt good. And then it was good. And then it sucked. And then it felt good again. And then we had more time. And we repeated, repeats of repetition. And then we laughed. And then we left. And then I didn't look into his eyes. And then we said a final goodbye.
And then we saw each other. And he wanted a hug and I didn't know what to do.
And then we saw each other. And I mustered up a half grin. And he winced. And I blew it all away. And he didn't know what to do. And all we wanted was to rewind again.