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"Lover?" I asked, chuckling.

"We didn't just fuck, we made love. So I'm your lover. You're my lover."

"Are you serious? That's so cheesy!" I said loudly and moved slightly away from him, laughing and pushing him away.

"I was originally sweet." He said mischievously, then pulled me closer and pressed his face to my neck.

"Fuck! Oh, my goodness! You're not sweet," I stopped talking for a second. "You're rough!" I continued. I remember the way he held me with his hands on my neck. It's not really tight, but I felt him choking me a bit, but it didn't hurt me. He just held my neck.

"I'm sweet." He pushed.

"What are we really? You're asking me to take pills, and that means we're going to have sex again."

"I told you, I'm your lover."

"Lover in bed?"

"Yes."

Fuck that!

"I honestly don't know you at all. I only know your name. I don't even know how old you are or if you're single. Wait. Yo