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    “Deal ,” I say and shrug. I am the motherfucking king of the world right now.
    “One -night stand, the truth.” She clears her throat and pauses, thinking. “It’s terrible. We flirt, but it’s strained. We awkwardly make our way out of here. You don't know whether or not to hold my hand or kiss me. You want to, but you aren't sure that’s how the situation works. We fumble through undressing, unsure of our abilities in the sack now that it’s go time. I have scars and you probably have some weird mole or beer gut that’s well hidden under clothes. Bodies slapping, sweat beading, strange sounds produced by two bodies that don’t know each other. It’s dirty and not sexy at all really. The orgasms are mediocre at best because you don't know my body and I don't know yours. We don't have the history that lovers do, the time spent learning all the likes and dislikes. You’ll move over me and I’ll make noises and pretend it’s the best ever, and quite frankly, you’ll do the same because you feel the same. Men aren’t so different from women in that regard. You’ll finish and we’ll pretend to really want to do it again or even talk to each other again and the best part of the night will end up being the relief you feel when I’m gone. The pretense will be over and you can finally just lay back and relax,” she finishes, sounding slightly bored.
    She's not mad .
    She's not being sarcastic .
    This bitch is being completely honest and it’s the most attractive speech I’ve heard in a long time. Her soft porn account got my dick twitching, I won't lie, but she just called it out and owned it.
    I fucking love that.
    “Let’s go have the worst night of sex ever then, yeah?” I chuckle and stand. I toss a fifty onto the counter to cover her drink as well as mine and stare at her expectantly. Her eyes narrow slightly in a way that makes me wonder if I’ve done something wrong.
“How’d you get here?” she asks.
    “I walked ,” I answer, realizing that I walked from the shop. But we can’t walk to my house, it’s too far. Maybe the back room at the shop wouldn't be so bad after all.
    “I live in the next town over, so I can drive us.” She waits, the cutest face of irritation shadowing her features. It’s as if she's put out, having to deal with this at all. It’s comical, really. Maybe I should just take her in the bathroom quickly and be done with it.
    “Better idea , princess,” I rumble. “There’s a hotel close to here. I'll pay. Let’s go there.”
    Her hand rakes through her long , black hair as she glares at me. Uh-oh.
    “Don't call me that. Ever. A hotel is fine ,” she clips, shrugging on her hoodie. Note to self: Pet names are not appreciated.
    “Name , then? I should probably know what to scream out in our moment of awkward pleasure.” She smiles at me. It’s a real smile this time. Toothy and white and stunning. She has dimples that I want to kiss at either side of her mouth.
    “Ma...Pepper. You?” she asks.
    A fake name , perhaps?
    Do I really care?
    No. Maybe. Her coffee-colored eyes bore into mine. She blows a single strand of black hair from her face.
    No, definitely no. I do not care.
    “Sawyer,” I answer. She sidles up to me coyly and wraps an arm around my waist. Her body fits well with mine. She’s taller than Clara.
    Shit .
    No .
    No comparisons .
    Not tonight .
    Her head rests just in the crook of my arm. “I think you’re decent so I'll give you one tip : I like oral.” I’m shocked by her bluntness and boldness but I silently thank her for the tip because I find myself actually wanting to please her. I think I want to prove her wrong. I want her truth and her lie to be swapped, if only for a night. I lead her to the door and hook her elbow with mine as we head a block up and to the right towards the Hilton.
We walk in silence. It doesn't feel awkward, though. She seems completely at home in her silence. It puts me at ease. I don’t want to ruin the