'The line between pleasure and pain has slowly vanished
As we sink deeper and deeper into a void of your venomous love...'
What do you do when years of hate turns to love but the one woman you have on your mind has another man on her own ?
You figh...
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Cherrie whined miserably as she wiped at the sweaty baby hairs that were clinging to her neck , blowing a heavy breath out between pouted lips as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head before she became a cooked lobster. Pressing the back of her hand to her burning chest , she sighed loudly again as she threw her shirt at the back of dave's head to get his attention like she had been trying to do for the last two minutes .
She didn't think that she could huff and puff any louder if she tried and she was growing more aware of the way that James and Lars were watching her petty childlessness with matching smirks as the minutes went by.
The latter looking at her like she was completely insane , clearly wondering how the same woman that had moaned on to him for years about how she wished Dave would fuck off and keep her name out of his mouth , was now the same woman that couldn't leave him alone in peace .
Was it so wrong that she just wanted to wind Dave up a little every now and then? Cherrie didn't think so. A girl had to get her kicks from somewhere and well, her drugs bag was back at the hotel so that was out of the question .
Finally , Dave rolled his eyes as he casually looked down at the shirt that had fallen down to the floor in front of him. Kicking the material away with his shoe as he slowly tilted his head over his shoulder at her , his white dress shirt hung open over his chest as he fiddled with the small buttons between his fingers .
