''I'm sorry what?'' i ask as My hand stills, i have the hem of your shirt in my hand half way over your stomach.

we've been seeing each other for a few weeks and by seeing each other i mean quickies in cars and hot meaningless fucks in my hotel rooms.

but you just asked me if we could just hang out or something this time, which is fine or whatever it's just... if i wanted to hang out i wouldn't have called you. Don't get me wrong your pretty great i just don't do relationships.

"Then why the fuck did you even come over?"