When we were finished, he drove me back to my place. I'm not certain how he found out. I didn't tell him where I lived, and he escorted me there all of a sudden. I didn't ask him, and also didn't allow him in. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past. I don't want to merely repeat what I used to do to get rid of his scent that stayed inside my house after I let him go. I buried myself in liquor for a long time to forget what he smelled like since I used to feel like he was in the corner or next to me every time I moved.
"Never approach me in that method again. I don't agree with your offer; it's been a long time since whatever we have... and I hope we don't repeat yesterday's mistake. " I took off his coat that he had put on me and returned it to him. This is exactly what occurred at the time; the only difference today is that I will not allow something similar to happen again. He was just staring at his coat when I displayed it to him. I took his arm and placed it there when he didn't accept it. I shut the door without waiting for him to say anything.
When I locked the door, I leaned against the back of it. My feet gave way too, and all I could do was hide on my knees as I sat on the cold floor. When he vanished, I had to drown myself in alcohol just to go to sleep. I also believe that drinking will be the solution to why I forget him, but I'm only getting started, and I feel like I'm back in time. I never again refused his body. I just let myself weep till I forgot about the agony because, as I was thinking at the time, I knew my feelings for him would fade.
I didn't know I'd fallen asleep while remaining behind the door until I was able to relax my body. When I awoke, I had no idea what was going through my head, so I opened the door. It seemed as if someone had just told me to open it, and I wasn't wrong since there was a sleeping man at my door who I didn't know why he was still here. I didn't notice the time, but given how long I slept, it's about three hours until he is here.
"Tsk!" I scratched my head and made a sound with my tongue since I had no option if I didn't get rid of this man. Every time he leans against the wall, his head falls. "Hey!" I kicked him, and he leapt as a result. "I'm asking you to go home, aren't I?" I scratched my head, then glanced down at him, who was now staring up at me. " What else are you doing in this spot? " After scratching my head, I crossed my arms.
He sprung up, as if he hadn't heard me, and towered over me. I arched my two brows to express my displeasure with what he was doing since he needed to go home to their home. He appears to be a beggar sitting in front of my door. However, due to his attire, he will still appear to be a debt collector, and I will be the person he is billing.
"But what if I don't want to return home? What are your plans?" He raised and lowered his brow, still teasing, but I only raised my brow even higher; it's already a cold night, and he won't get anything out of waiting here; if he gets sick, he might bother me, but even if that's the case, I won't let him stay; I told him to come home earlier, and it's not my fault if he got sick just because he didn't follow me.
I turned away from him and did not respond to his taunting. I dropped my hand, stepped inside the door, and was about to close it again when he stopped it, causing my brows to wrinkle. I already know why he does these things, but I have no reason to let him stay in my house any longer. He wouldn't have to have sex with me if he simply wanted to sleep. Aria, I believe, is a far better option for him.
But I didn't say anything since I didn't want him to define that, unlike before, I still had time to joke with him. We just hung on to the door, waiting to see who would be the first to let go. When I believed he wouldn't give up till the morning, I let go and stepped in, but this man doesn't appear ashamed of his body since he went inside without saying anything, as if he expected me to let him in.
I walked to the cupboard that stored the extra blankets and a few additional pillows. I grabbed them and hurled them at him. They smacked him on the head since he wasn't looking at me because he strolled his eyes around and glanced at the contents of my house, which had nothing hanging except the clock. Unlike his house that contains a lot of artworks that I can't afford. When he looked up at me, he noticed the strewn apparel.
I just watched his every motion as he picked them up while staring at me. His expression was not what I had expected. I anticipated him to rejoice since I let him sleep with me, but the face he's giving me now is one of disappointment, so I couldn't stop asking him because I was so upset.
"What's the deal with your face?"
"Aren't we in bed together?" he asks, and I'm not sure I'll be displeased with the expression he gives me since he seems like a child who hasn't been given sweets.
But what he said next surprised me, and I didn't bother closing my lips since my jaw eventually fell to the ground.
"I assumed we'd have sex till the morning."