They were drenched in sweat and he
was gone. Whatever they shared didn’t matter to him; he was thinking of how to
get rid of her. He’d done this so many times he was past subtlety. “I have to
get to the gym, so you should get going.” He didn’t care about the looks on
their faces or how they felt, especially if they felt cheap or used. Because he
felt cheap and used he always thought to himself. That is how we landed in this
bed together. What is different now he always thought? Clothes on, clothes off,
still, cheap, used, both of us.
“Will I see you again?”
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