I roll over onto my back, still panting. My arms are splayed out to the sides.
Paul doesn't look at me when he starts to speak. "This isn't going to happen again. I've met someone and...and I want to make it work."
When I don't respond, he starts to pick up our clothes, tossing me mine. "I don't want to hurt her. She's a good girl."
Unlike me.
"You just fucked me," I say, watching him get dressed. "I don't think she'd appreciate that."
He shrugs. "That was the last time. It won't happen again."
"What's her name?" I ask. I don't care what her name is. I can already picture in my head what she looks like. Tall, beautiful. Someone he takes home to meet his parents.
Someone opposite of me.
"Emily," he says, turning around to look at me. His eyes zero in on my arms. "Shit. You really are a crazy bitch, aren't you?"
When I don't respond to him, he shakes his head. The look on his face is akin to disgust.
"Why don't you just get ready? I have to be at work in forty minutes."
He leaves the room and I finally move to get dressed.
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