Remember To Love Me
“Why are you asking me those things?”
“I want to get to know you.”
“Why?” I counter, the excuse not convincing enough. No man just wants to know me, men want fun with strippers, not their biography.
“Because I feel bad about last night,” he casually shrugs. This man is awfully calm, too calm, it's suspicious.
“All forgotten,” I sigh, pressing my lips together.
He leans forward, making me squirm inside. “Well, I can't forget you. Ever since I saw you, you've been on my mind.”
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