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We are curled up against each other under some blankets and pillows on the livingroom floor. The tv is running an infomercial and the volume is on mute.
“Why don’t we move to the bedroom?” His voice is a whisper and he kisses the back of my neck.
I’m impressed that after all these weeks since we met at the club, he’s still playing this charade.
I’m going with the flow because I’m not stupid anymore.
This is just a lingering hit and run and that’s what new Zoey wants.
“Are you asleep?”
I close my eyes and pretend so that I don’t have to answer. I haven’t slept in the bedroom since it happened and I’m not sure if I ever will. I’ll see how I feel after the designer finishes scrubbing every last memory from the room.
I’m not interested in getting to know him better. I just want to feel and not think. I want to act like a man and not think. I want to put my heart in the freezer and forget about it for a very long time.
Love is a joke and definitely not worth the hassle.
Next: “Mercedes Boy“
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