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Wajeeh.

The living room was way too dark, everything seemed to be in a blur and nothing was too visible except her.

We were too drunk and too in the moment to even go upstairs or even switch on the lights.

I could feel her body, her weight on my own, as she hid her face in the crook of my neck.

Both of us, naked and sweaty. Nothing too unusual for me these days.

Her hair was sprawled all over her face and the only thing that I could notice was her eyes, honey colored and shiny.

She was tempting and she knew what she was doing, unlike a few of my encounters before where the girls had been way too fussy and nervous to be able to do anything. It had simply made things awkward.

Awkward things made me feel guilty and guilt wasn't something that I held well within myself. Guilt just made me more angry, both at myself and at the world.

My hands disappeared in her hair as I moved her face closer to mine and took her by the lips, moulding her into a kiss.

This was not the first time I was fucking a stranger. But she was doing it so perfectly. She wasn't asking any questions, She wasn't annoying me. She was simply playing her part, like me.

Her dress, the peach and skin colored one, perfectly fit her curves.

She was leaning against the wall in a club with a glass of scotch in her hand I had approached her. She hadn't seemed so surprised, in fact... She looked like she was waiting for me to approach her.

It wasn't even her eyes that had actually attracted me in the first place, it was her dress. A perfect combination of revealing and modest. She wanted to flaunt but she also wanted to hide.

Her heavy breathing continued as she got off me.

Without even asking me, she wore my shirt and sat on the far end of the couch.

"Bedroom?" She asked in a low voice. Her voice was as soft as I remembered from the club.

It was calm and warm, with a tinge of seduction.

"Upstairs.." I said in a rather high tone and she didn't even say a word to that.

She began to walk upstairs.

"Goodnight?" I murmured, unsure of what she was doing right now.

Was she going to sleep in my bedroom? Was she not going to leave?

"No, I'll just change and be out of your way.." She replied, as if she was reading my mind and then opened the door to the bedroom, shutting it behind her as she entered.

That was the last thing I saw before I felt my eyes close as sleep overtook me.

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Rays of brightness spread through the whole room. I blinked a few times, in an attempt to adjust to the rays of light that were coming from the large glass window.

I tried to turn around so that the sunlight could fall on my back and I could get another hour of sleep but I forgot that I was on the couch and harshly fell on the floor.

A groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my eyes. A sharp pain in my head reminded me of how much vodka I had drank last night.

During every hangover, I swear never to drink again. But, who am I kidding?

I straightened my back and sat back on the couch as realisation struck me. I quickly remembered that I had brought a girl here last night.

All I could remember was her eyes. Her face and every other memory was a blur.

I was kind of scared to face her. Usually girls just pretty much left due to the lack of attachment I showed but this one, she was the different one.

She didn't show much attachment. I hadn't felt so detached before, being physically close to women was the only way I felt some sort of attachment but with this girl, it wasn't like that.

I knew that she hadn't left the house because she didn't know my security password, one that she clearly needed to walk out the front door.

My mother was a paranoid woman, she hated that I lived alone already. She had security systems installed in my bachelor pad for a while now.

Gathering some courage, I walked upstairs to my room.

I opened the door without making much noise. I walked inside, finding her peacefully sleeping on the side of my bed.

She was breathing lightly and her forehead was covered with her hair. She was still wearing my shirt.

So little miss 'I'll be out of your way' slept in here on my bed last night.

Since her hair was sprawled all over her face, all I could see was her plump lips.

Without waking her up, I walked into the bath, taking some clothes from the closet.

I recalled last night inside the steam filled room. The way I had brought her here. The way she was perfect at everything yet seemed so innocent. The way she was so close to me, yet seemed to detached.

As I finished taking my shower and dried myself off, I quickly threw on a shirt over myself and walked out of my closet. My eyes falling on the woman that was still fast asleep on my bed.

I still didn't wake her up and walked back out, going to the kitchen instead.

After last night's marathon, I desperately needed some food.

I made some scrambled eggs with toast and took an aspirin first, keeping one on the tray for her as well.

As I was pouring some juice in our glasses, I felt her coming towards the kitchen, wearing her dress again.

She still wore the peach dress and white high heels that I had nearly tripped over last night.

Her hair was a mess and her face looked tired.

But her eyes were still shining. I was never attracted to anyone from their eyes. But, this girl made an exception.

"Good Morning." I greeted her and she passed me a smile.

"Morning." She replied as she stopped right in front of me from the other side of the counter.

Her smile was as attractive as her eyes, even when it didn't look too genuine. She seemed like she was glad to be away from the world and hated that she had to return back to it.

I understood that by the look in her eyes only. Doing this, this pretence of one night, it brought sense of peace, even if it was for a little while.

"Breakfast?" I questioned gesturing towards the  tray that was placed on the counter.

"Actually I have to..." She trailed off, trying to tell me that she had to leave.

This woman really slept in my bed for the entire night but was contemplating whether to have breakfast with me or not?

"Come on, Atleast eat something." I insisted warmly.

I didn't want her to walk out the door and faint due to the stupid hangover and lack of food.

"But, I uhh okay sure." She gave in at the end.

It seemed like her mind was battling whether to stay or not but she decided to sit down for while.

Since I was finished with my breakfast already, I simply stared at her as she ate.

She was quiet the whole time, not even caring that I was staring at her.

She was rather pretty for me to not look at her.

Truthfully, in that moment, All I wanted to do was kiss her but I didn't know if she wanted the same so I held back.

As she finished her food and gulped down the juice with an aspirin in her mouth, she stood back up from the chair and smiled at me, mumbling an I gotta go now.

I nodded, watching her as she sat on the nearby sofa once again and tried to wear her heels.

I really wanted to kiss her. I didn't even know why I wanted that. I already had enough of her last night but I couldn't even help myself. I moved towards her and stood in front of her crossing my arms.

"All okay?" She asked and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Can I kiss you?" I don't know how the words even came out of my mouth.

She looked surprised and I was surely embarrassed.

Way to go, dumbass.

She laughed a little and I smirked, trying to hide the sheer embarrassment.

She still moved a bit forward, her hand holding the collar of my shirt as she pecked my lips. Before I could even deepen the kiss, she moved back and grinned at me.

"I had a good time." She whispered between her soft laugh as she took some steps back. "GoodBye, Wajeeh."

"GoodBye uhh? Goodbye?" I asked trying to give her a hint that she didn't mention her name to me last night.

She held my hand, making me walk towards the door since she didn't know how to open it. I still waited for her to tell me her name, my hands on the password keypad as I stared at her.

"Wafaa."

She told me, I dialled the four number pincode, unlocking the door.

Wafaa.

"GoodBye, Wafaa."

I didn't think she had even heard me mutter the last goodbye, as she disappeared in front of my eyes, entering the elevator and leaving me to wonder.

I wandered back to my living room, sitting on the couch as I thought of Wafaa. My mind raced with the possibility of seeing her again.

Fuck. I should have atleast taken her number.

Wafaa-

I didn't even know her last name, how could I even find her. Idiot.

Before I could think about rushing downstairs to get her number, my phone vibrated indicated a very important phone call.

Mannat.

Dammit.

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