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goin’?” He asked and I froze.
    Surely that was obvious?
    “Um, I’m going home?” I replied. It wasn’t supposed to be a question, I was really just telling him I was going home. Definitely sounded like a question though. Damn.
    He knifed up from the bed so quickly, I jumped, slipped, and landed on my ass, panties half way up my legs, on the floor.
    “What the fuck?!” I exclaimed.
    He chuckled under his breath, which made me want to hit him. I really didn’t find anything funny.
    Then he said, “I don’t want you to go anywhere yet. I’m still not finished with you.”
    I didn’t respond . I was still sat with my panties up to my knees, half sprawled on the floor, so he spoke again. “Looks to me like your still planning on leaving. I don’t want you to.”
    “Sorry pretty boy, I’m leaving now. You forced me to stay once, not happening again. ”
    “ I could make you stay again.”
    “You’re wrong. I’m done now, I... ” I didn’t get to finish my sentence.
    Dickhead.
    “Sunshine, I got stuff to do, and I wanna take you with me.” He informed me, though I was pretty sure...no, I was 100% sure, I didn’t care about the stuff he had to do, so I responded sarcastically.
    “You do? Funny, I didn’t realise I had to do what you wanted.”
    He ignored my sarcasm. Completely. But his answer at least gave me time to get myself off the floor and cover myself up.
    “Yep. It’s gone one o’clock, I gotta go take a drive, then we’re going to get something to eat, talk shit for a bit, then we’re coming straight back here to do that all over again.” He declared.
    I shook my head, trying to comprehend his words. I didn’t do bossy. I was the bossy one. I make the decisions, always. Rule: Never let anyone else tell you what to do. Ever. Following my own rule, I replied.
    “I’m not going anywhere with you! I’m getting dressed, and I’m walking home. I had a great time though, thanks! See you around yeah?”
    He barked out a laugh and asked me if ‘that usually worked’.
    If what usually worked?
    It confused me. I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. So I asked him. His response floored me.
    “The cold bitch act? The ‘I don’t give a fuck about anything’ act? The ‘I’m a tough girl’ act? Whatever you want to call it.”
    Ok, so it floored me be cause, one, I’m not cold, but I guess I am kind of a bitch! Two, I really don’t give a fuck about most things and three, I really am a tough girl! There was no acting involved. I was flummoxed. What can you say when someone has just accused you of being everything you actually are, like it’s a bad thing?
    I put one hand on my hip, leant into it, tilted my head and studied him. I couldn’t figure out why he kept testing me. One-night stands didn’t usually even want to talk afterwards...not that I ever gave them chance to!
    Everything about him was different, and it bothered me. Why couldn’t he have just let me leave and get on with his own damn life? That’s what normally happens, well, most the time.
    “None of that is an act pretty-boy! I don’t know who you thought you met last night, but trying to tell me what to do? No, that shit won’t work with me. I’m walking out of here in about thirty seconds, and I’ve changed my mind, maybe we won’t see each other around after all...think I’ll probably just avoid you.”
    “Not going to happen.” He replied immediately.
    Argh, men!
    “What is your problem? Just let me leave!” My voice was rising slightly, so I took a deep breath to calm the growing annoyance.
    Rule: Never let someone else’s actions affect yours.
    So I failed at that, clearly, but I could do damage control. So before he could answer, I spoke again.
    “Look Mason, like I said, last night and this morning, it was good, really good. But I don’t know what you think is happening here, it’s just sex. I’m not going out ‘for a drive’ with you, I’m not going to have something to eat with