GoodReadKaren glanced at his phone, her expression clearly stating she had no intention of taking it.
"No need." No need?! Jeffrey's face darkened and even got a little grim, "Not even going to give me your number?" Looking up, Karen's eyes were filled with disbelief, as if the request was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard, "Why would | give you my number?" "We just... you know," Jeffrey stammered, struggling to find the right words in his cracked brain during the early hours of the morning. "Don't you want to keep some sort of... memento?" Karen laughed, "With all the souvenirs you've got, you won't miss one from me. Once you're back in home, just hook up a few more times and consider it on my behalf." She wasn't about to get caught up in Jeffrey's long list of conquests or leave her mark there.
Her instinct told her to distance herself.
Yet Jeffrey, visibly panicked, grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Karen, are you playing me? After all the effort | put in, you think I'm some gigolo?" "As if you didn't enjoy it!" Karen retorted, pointing to the evidence in the trash can, "You went through all of that!" Silence fell between them.
"Are you finished? | really need to sleep now!" she said; her exhaustion made her vision blur.
But Jeffrey stood there, immovable, with anger brewed in his eyes.
"Why did you suddenly decide to hook up with me?" Karen paused, "l wanted to, so | asked. No big reason. It's not like | forced you. You agreed, didn't you?" Grinding his teeth, Jeffrey felt a mix of embarrassment and humiliation.
He had a thousand things he wanted to say, but all that came out was a scornful tone, "Are you always this casual?!" Karen's fist clenched involuntarily, but she quickly relaxed.
"Think what you want," she said, her tone dismissive. "I just thought you were hot. Sure, there's not much to you beyond that, but your looks... they're appealing. | wanted a taste, that's all." It was the blunt truth.
None of her previous boyfriends, whether she slept with them or not, were as handsome as Jeffrey. That was a fact.
She treated it as a bit of fun in a foreign land, and nothing more. It wasn't her first time, and she saw no reason to make a big deal out of it. She wouldn't even mention it to a future partner. That's how inconsequential it was to her.
"Just wanted to try something new?" Jeffrey repeated her words, his frustration growing with each syllable.
"Yes." Karen nodded earnestly, "You're like the fancy fruit on the top shelf of the grocery store. Everyone wants a taste, but no one wants to buy the whole batch.” Affording it was one thing, but even if you could, it didn't mean you'd want it all the time.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPremium fruit doesn't always mean it's the best—sometimes it's just about the appealing exterior.
"Great, just great!" Jeffrey sarcastically wanted to applaud her analogy, "I'm a piece of fruit?" "Premium fruit!" Karen emphasized.
"To hell with premium fruit!" Jeffrey's shout startled Karen, jolting her awake from her drowsiness.
"What's your problem? Are you sick or something?" "l thought you wanted—" he began.
"Wanted what?" she asked.
"To... To keep this kind of relationship going!" He was adamant not to say the words "boyfriend" and 'girlfriend’ first. He wouldn't lose this battle.
"Oh." Karen's response was light and nonchalant, "That explains the phone number. Then you misunderstood. I'm not interested in that. Can | go now? I'm really tired!"
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