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came with a doorman.   Flouncing off to my doorman would have been much more
dramatic.
    “Charlotte,” Noah said, suddenly by my
side.   “Charlotte, what’s wrong?”
    “Are you kidding me?” I asked.   “You’re seriously asking me that?   You’ve fucked me three times now, and
each time, you pretty much just leave.   No ‘I’ll call you later’, no ‘talk to you soon, Charlotte’ or ‘I had a
nice time, Charlotte.’ Just nothing.”
    “I asked you to have breakfast with me
this morning.”
    “Right before you kicked me out of your
apartment!”
    He looked shocked.   “I’m sorry,” he said.   “That’s just how these things go for
me.”
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means that it is what it is.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t have to do whatever
this is anymore.”   I pushed open
the door to my building and stepped inside, but he followed me into the lobby.
    He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up
against the wall.   “Do you know how
hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you?”
    “I’m not your toy,” I said.   “You can’t just have me whenever you
want.   I’m a person, Noah.”
    “I know that,” he said, his dark eyes
fiery with passion.   “You think I
don’t know that?”
    “Then why aren’t you acting like
it?”   I didn’t care if I was
breaking every rule in the girl code book, the one where you weren’t supposed
to ask a man where your relationship stood.   Especially one you’d just met.   But I wasn’t going to let Noah just use me like that.   Even if the sex was incredible.
    “Because I can’t, Charlotte, okay?   I can’t.”
    “That’s bullshit.”   I started to push past him, but he
reached out and put his arms on either side of me, pinning me in.
    “You have no idea what you’re talking
about,” he said.   “Do you have any
idea what it would be like to be with me?   To really be with me?”
    “I’m not talking about being with you,” I
said.   “I hardly even know
you!   I’m talking about just being
nice to me.   You know, polite.   Keeping up with social norms?”
    He shook his head.   “There is no middle ground with you,
Charlotte.   If I let my guard down,
if I even – ” He dropped his hands, walked over to the other side of the
lobby, put his hands on the wall and leaned over and stared at the ground.
    “What?” I asked.   “If you even what?”
    “You don’t understand my demons,
Charlotte,” he said, his voice soft.   “You don’t understand the kinds of things I require from the women I’m
with.”
    He turned and looked at me then, all
traces of bravado gone.   An electricity
thrummed between us, and I had the feeling that even this tiny admission, this
tiny bit of nothing, was hard for him.
    I reached out and put my hand on his arm,
but he pulled away.  
    “What kind of things?” I asked gently.
    He ran a finger down my cheek.   “Things a woman like you would never
understand.”
    “Try me.”
    His eyes searched mine, and I had a
feeling I was standing at the precipice of something dangerous, like staring
into an abyss at the moment right before you’re about to fall.   I wanted him to pull me in, to pull me
under, to take me wherever it was he was going.
    “Please, Noah,” I pressed.   “I want to understand.”
    His face darkened, and a second later,
all traces of vulnerability were gone.   He straightened up.   “I wish
you could, Charlotte,” he said.   “But I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
    “You’re not asking me,” I said.   I put my hand back on his arm, and this
time, he didn’t pull away.   “I want
to.”
    We stood there for a moment, neither of
us saying anything, the silence stretching for what seemed like forever.   And then his cockiness came back, that
disarming grin of his returning to his face.
    “Very well, Charlotte,” he said.   He reached into his pocket and pulled
out his phone.   “I’m texting you an
address.