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I found myself lying next to a man who I met only a few hours ago. His hair hanging in his face; sheets crossing between his legs; his hands resting behind his head, it’s the image that only people who are in love should take in. As you guessed, I’m not in love. Like I told you before, I just met him. I wonder if anyone is going to miss him.
Reaching down, slipping my underwear on. The room is cold and the curtains are blowing in the wind coming through the wide open windows. Looking around the room for the rest of my clothes, I can’t find them.

“Shit…”

The only thing that I can find is his white shirt and my jeans. That’s fine. No one is going to care. I snap my bra on, comb my fingers through my hair, and look at the man in bed.

What was his name? Ah, well, just doesn’t matter. Does it?

My jeans from the night before don’t feel right. They are a little tighter. Bending down, I slip them over my thighs and I could sense the pair of brown eyes looking at me.

“Good morning.”

Why did this dumb ass need to wake up?

Spinning around, I look at him. Rock hard under the sheets and I sigh disgustedly.

“Just because it’s morning, doesn’t make it good.”
“Should I say it was a good night?”
“If you think it was, then you can say it.”

Small talk. All small talk.

Buttoning up his white shirt, I walk over to the bed.

“Coming back for more?”
Laughing, “No, I’m coming back for it all.”
“Oh yeah?”

Licking my lips, “Yes.” Crawling up from the bottom of the bed up to his mouth. I should have done this last night to avoid this banter. I may have let him live if he didn’t speak this morning

“Please, come to make me come.”

Laughing, I lean down to kiss him. His breath tastes like day old whiskey left out in the sun. Squeezing my knees to his rib cage, sucking hard on his mouth, I could feel his soul slowly leaving his body. Grinning, the moment I look up, his eyes becoming blank. He started gagging. I suck his soul completely from his body, his eyes focused on mine. He can’t even struggle. I pull away, wiping my mouth. Climbing off the bed, patting his head, I grab my shoes in my hand.

“Now, it’s a good morning. And breakfast has been served. Well, at least to one of us.”