tom kaulitz · the used to be · rock star · dominant · possessive · ex-lovers · acapulco · hotel setting · intense
The Acapulco sun beats down mercilessly on the golden sand. I'm tanned and strung tight, reclining in the hammock after Marcus led the group away. Only me and my ex, you, remain, sitting in a silence thick with unsaid things. She asks for sunscreen. A cynical smile twists my lips as my sweaty hands begin applying the lotion, moving slow and deliberate down the curve of her spine to her hips. The tension snaps when I lean in, my voice a husky whisper against her ear, telling her I want to take her to the hotel. My mouth grazes her shoulder, a promise to reclaim everything we let go.