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I need you

The drive back to her house had a soundtrack. Nothing else. The radio was whispering lyrics of random songs and she was not paying any attention to her surroundings.

The ash of her cigarette was ready to fall on her fingers. The smoke was escaping from the open windows. Tears had begun falling from her eyes... cascading down on her cheeks, living a path that was glowing under the moonlight.

"My name is Chris." He whispered in her ear.

"I don't know if it's nice to meet you. Is it?" She asked. Her breath brushing the side of his neck. She then lifted her face up to meet his. Those green eyes were haunting her from the first time she ever saw him.

"Let me make it nice." He answered back bringing his fingers on her back. He was drawing circles on the bare skin of her back.

"I'm afraid that I'll have to leave you. I work here and my boss won't be happy if I spend time on one customer only." She said playfully, taking a distance from him and losing herself in the crowd. The last thing she saw was his evil grin and a second later his confused face.

The ashes had already fallen on her fingers. She didn't even flinch. She cleaned her face with the back of her right hand. She then grabbed the steering wheel and draw a long blow from her cigarette.

She held the smoke for a few seconds in her mouth and then pulled it out slowly, the smoke clouds blurring her mind.

"That's my house. Yeah, it's a mess, but I am in no mood to clean it up." Vee left the keys on the furniture that was standing near the main door. Chris was following behind.

"Where do you live?" She asked him while she poured a glass with red wine.

"In a hotel." He answered and took the glass from her hands. It wasn't his, but he took a sip.

"You have a bad habit of taking things that are mine." She told him and kissed his lips just for a slight second. The wine that was on his lips, was now on her tongue.

"It tastes better on you." She whispered and grabbed the whole bottle of wine bringing it on her lips.

"You drink a lot."

"And you hush a lot, but you don't see me complaining." She smiled lightly.

He approached her and brought one hand on her waist.

"I was never a man of words." he kissed her making the bottle crush on the floor.

They both got lost in their emotional frenzy. She didn't know where to touch first. His full lips were devouring hers, their breaths heavy like they run out of oxygen. But there was nothing else that they would do more willingly.

She didn't love him. No. He didn't love her neither.

He took his lips from hers only for a second to look at her in the eyes. His pupils had been dilated. She bet that hers had been too. She jumped on him locking his face in her hands, kissing him senseless.

Her eyes were back on the road again. She thought that she heard horns, but she wasn't sure. Sometimes like these, she was lucky that no one stopped her for alcohol testing.

When she arrived at her apartment, she threw all her clothes away and wore one of his T-shirts. He used to leave many of them in her wardrobe since he was spending most of his time with her. At least when he was himself.

She looked at her phone. No missed calls, no messages. Nothing.

She just stared the moon from her window.