[ She knows it's coming — he starts to open his mouth and she knows he's going to tell her his name. Like there's any chance at all she'd ever use it. Like she isn't leaving first thing in the morning and never, ever looking back. Was that a nice fuck? Sure. Sure it was. Better than nice even. And she's not opposed to going a few more times before tomorrow.
But she doesn't need to know his name to fuck him. And honestly? She doesn't want to know. ]
Don't do that.
[ She sighs as she withdraws. Turning her back to him, she leans down to pick up her clothes from the floor, digging through her pockets for a cigarette. She gives herself a second to light up and take a drag before she goes on: ]
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But she doesn't need to know his name to fuck him. And honestly? She doesn't want to know. ]
Don't do that.
[ She sighs as she withdraws. Turning her back to him, she leans down to pick up her clothes from the floor, digging through her pockets for a cigarette. She gives herself a second to light up and take a drag before she goes on: ]
Babe, that's not what I'm here for.