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She was jolted out of sleep. She stretched her lean body and rubbed her eyes. She turned on her side and saw that he was, thankfully, still asleep. She quietly got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as she could. She slipped out of his room with no backwards glance and then just as quietly slipped out of the apartment. The streets were quiet, lit with only the soft lighting of the pre-dawn sky. She saw, thankfully, a cab just up the street and ran to it, not feeling like walking home. She arrived at her building, paid the driver and walked inside where she was greeted by the night doorman. She took the elevator up to her floor and entered her apartment. She stripped off her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. She stepped into her shower and turned on the water, steaming hot, almost to the point of burning. She closed her eyes, thinking about the previous night. It was just like every night that fall and as the hot water poured over her, she remembered how things had come about.
She was sitting in the diner, sipping a coffee slowly, reading a book she had recently picked up. The bells on the door jingled and she looked up to see who had come in. It was him. They had not seen each other since that night. She flushed as she thought about it. She had been avoiding him ever since, and that had been more than two weeks ago. If truth be told she was afraid to see him. She had assumed, hoped really, that once she had had him, he would be out of her system. Instead she found the opposite; he totally occupied her thought, and she wanted him now more than before. But all these feelings were dangerous she knew; she had to stay away from him. Hiding in her home-town had seemed like the perfect solution, but it seemed that he had found her.
He looked around the room, certain that she would be there, and he was correct. Sitting in the corner near the window, he saw her, her face partially hidden by a book. He had been looking for her for two weeks already, looking all over the city, asking anyone who knew her, but no one had known where she had disappeared too. After two weeks of fruitless searching, it had occurred to him to check the most obvious place, and there she was. He had, at first, been confused by his need to see her again. He had assumed that his, what amounted to little more than obsession really, with her would fade the instant they had sex. But to his shock and dismay he found that that night had done little but build up his desire of her into full blown lustful need. She consumed his thoughts and the more he thought about her, the more he wanted her. And he was not one to be denied what he wanted.
She saw him come over to her table. He sat down in the chair opposite her and said nothing. She met his glance and they stared each other down for a few second before he finally spoke.
"where have you been?" he asked
"here" she answered
"why didn't you tell me where you were going?" he asked her
"I wasn't aware that my whereabouts were any of your business" she countered
"I can't stop thinking about you" he stated flatly
She had no answer for him. He knew it was the same for her though, by the look on her face.
"I want you" he never had been on to beat around the bush.
"I want lots of things" she answered, unsure of where he was heading
"I need to see you again". He said
"You can see me right now." She answered, looking anywhere but at him
"You know what I mean. I want to see you again." He said, pulling her chin to face him.
The contact was what broke her. The second he touched her she felt her desire for her flare. She wanted him as badly as his eyes said he wanted her. He too had felt the sparks when he touched her.
"When?" he asked
"Tomorrow, your place, eight." She stated hurriedly, getting up and leaving the diner as quickly as she could. He just sat there, a smirk playing across his lips. He always got what he wanted.