Wanted: Heart

Her answer didn't actually matter.

If she chose me, I'd probably keep fucking her... I mean it's free cooch. But that was it.

But her silent glare and pursed lips spoke more words than needed.

"You're not in love with me, sh--, you don't even like me."

Her chest heaved, a humph escaped her as she hugged herself.

"Don't give me that shit, what about you?!"

I liked you enough that's why I fucked you bitch put the pieces together! Of course, I couldn't say that. In situations like this, all she'd be able to hear is "He likes me." Not anymore.

Suddenly I had an epiphany.

"Ahhhh," I nodded. "Ahhh, I see."

She eyed me frustrated. "...What?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

I turned for the door when she skittered ahead to intercept me, planted herself in front of the door.

This girl... "What are you doing?"

Her eyes shimmered with defiance and determination. Her hand traced the collar of her robe before moving down to untie it, it slipped to the floor.

"Are you...trying to be sexy no