"Is this a one-night stand?" She asked, fearful of what Monday could bring. Her skirt slid off her hips.
"Maybe. I don't know yet." The blouse followed.
***
"Am I a rebound?" She didn't mind being used when it felt this good. She just wanted to know.
"No." Olivia was unwilling to admit any need beyond a bullet and a plane ticket. She curled her fingers into the red hair and pulled back slowly.
***
"Is it just a fling?" There was never dinner, only this: the urgency of flesh and the rush of breath.
"Does it matter?"
She had to admit it didn't.
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