"Because I always win?" Simone said, adopting the cheeky attitude she had copied from her lover.

"Not fair."

"Yes it is. Now," sitting up to face her lover, she looked at her with a sparkling stare. "What did I win?"

"Nothing. You cheated."

"How did I cheat?"

"Don’t know. But you did. And so, no nothing for you tonight." Getting up, Annabelle walked towards the bedroom, leaving Simone behind.

"You’re gonna want me before I even come in."

"There’s nothing you can do, my own hands can’t do," Annabelle said teasingly.

"That’s interesting. Do I get to watch?"

"Maybe…" Annabelle said before closing the bedroom door behind her, a wolfish grin upon her face.

At this precise moment, Simone realized that Annabelle had turned her into some kind of sex addict. She had never had that much sex in her life. Not even if she added all the sex up she had before Annabelle. Being with an eighteen year old brought her out of her rut. But she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. Even though she had the same muscle cramps every morning, she had learnt to live with them and eventually forget them as they became an habit.

As she got up herself to make her way to the bedroom, Simone smiled to herself. Somehow, Annabelle always turned out to be more mature than she did during their stupid conversations. Slowly opening the door, she caught a glimpse of her lover undressing, ready to go to bed. Tenderly putting her arms around her, she kissed her shoulders; "I love you."

Turning around, Annabelle exchanged the same tender look with Simone again "I love you too. Is that an apology?"

"For what?"

"You cheated remember?"

"I didn’t. But I apologize for being five years old, I do."

"It’s okay. I like that you have no boundaries with me," Annabelle replied, smiling widely.

"None at all," Simone replied jokingly, her hands running down Annabelle’s naked back to her ass.

"Exactly," Annabelle replied smiling softly before kissing Simone lightly.

Laughing softly, Simone laid on the bed, still dressed, just staring at the ceiling. When Annabelle slid under the covers, she did so herself and moved her arms as Annabelle was trying to push them to get closer. Once comfortably installed in her lover’s arms, Annabelle growled disapprovingly and bit Simone t-shirt to tell her to undress. Smiling tenderly, Simone kissed her on her forehead before resuming her ceiling stare.