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IS THAT WHAT WE REALLY ARE.

"What are we doing?"

"Sleeping." I said.

He instantly let out a laugh.

"You know what I mean."

"Are you having second thoughts? 'cause if you do its too late." I raised my eyebrows jokingly.

"Come on, Leslie. Be serious."

This time he touches my face and stared at me intently with his darkly brown eyes. Just the way he looked at me right now, I knew he was trying to read me but couldn't 'cause I seemed to be written on different language. I can see clearly there's something bothering him.

And I can't say what I want to say because I'm not so sure if its real or I'm just caught up in the moment.

But if I could retrace my memory, I would say the first time I laid eyes on him was when everything happened so fast. At first, he was just there at that time I needed someone to talk to because I was down in the dumps due to my shitty new job. I just couldn't handle it and I want to forget. I guess I drunk and drunk and..drunk more till I'm drunk enough to fuck him for a night. After that, it's all blur.

Honestly, don't know why I'm even seeing him. I basically don't know anything about him. I'm that kind of person who'd never really cared what kind of living or kinky shit you're in, as long as you ain't a murderer.

Before I answered. I pushed my lips onto his. It was quick.

"We fucked. Then we go on our on way."

Is that what we really are? I too questioned myself.

Not a single flinched on his face.

He just nodded, "Yeah."

But he didn't take too long to hide his annoyance that he started getting out of the bed, take his white shirt and jeans resting on the floor; and put it on in a matter of seconds. He then quickly used the bathroom, I heard him running the faucet, he's probably washing his face. And he just left after that, it kind of weirded me out that he did not say goodbye. Walking out like that is just childish of him to be doing.

I wonder if I should've lied instead, things probably end up differently.