I saw him again tonight.
He was at the bar, in the same seat as always, and after the fourth shot I ignored the girls' chatter, stood up, and introduced myself to him.
He looked ready to run away as I walked over to him, but he didn't seem eager to run later. He was rude, brusque, and tried to brush me off as if I was an irritating bug. I ignored his attitude and kept at it, kept needling him. When he said he wasn't interested in anything long-term, I told him that was good – I'd seen him before, let him stray into my thoughts, and all I wanted was a one night.
He called me a slut.
Then he was calling me his slut.
He was all hands and I was all mouth. We went back to mine and it was wild, like two animals. He loved my nails raking down his back, and I loved his teeth pinching at my neck, earlobe, nipples…
He didn't stay around after, and I didn't expect him to. I knew he would disappear. Just not in the way that he did.