The day after, the euphoria has subsided and suddenly transformed into fear.
What if she doesn’t love me? What if I was just a fling? A body to use for one night only, with no intention of reciprocating feelings the next day?
But then I remember her warm embrace and the sweet kisses she blew in my ear. I recall how we not just clicked sexually but on a deeper level. And I think back to the look in her eyes, so telling in her fondness of me.
The worried frown in the bathroom mirror turns into a confident smile, as I walk back into the apartment.
Just in time to see her close the front door behind her and notice she has left neither a note nor a phone number on the crumpled bed sheets.
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