September 22, 2016 7:53am I stumbled around her room, my head throbbing, grabbing my clothes off of the floor one by one; I never did find one of my socks. I awkwardly got dressed in the corner, trying to keep my balance and my dignity. All she did was watch. I opened my mouth to say something… actually, maybe I did, but the only thing I can clearly remember is her smiling at me, staring at me, her fingertip moving up and down the side of her body while she remained otherwise motionless, drawing, drawing me back into her bed. I couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. I laughed at feeling so foolish, at being so sorely tempted, so toyed with; she did not react. I backed out the door and I showed myself out. The glare hurt almost as much as my pride. For all I know, she’s still there. For all I know, she’s still watching me.
