I should be impressed that he thinks of me when going to bed but a part of me is scared.
Scared that he wants what he can't have. Commitment, my heart. I quickly took his shirt off and put on the clothes I took from my bag and head out.
" Are you done?" He asked. I stare at him grabbing my luggage handle to leave which he noticed.
" Is something wrong? " He stopped chopping whatever he was chopping to stand in the way.
" Lena, what happened?" I pass him a glare and then faced the door to leave.
" Please talk to me"
" Why do you have my photo in your bedroom?" His eyes fell but he didn't leave the way.
" I bought it from a gallery" WTF! Did he buy my portrait from a shop? Is he some stalker?
" What?
" Let me explain please " I crossed my hands below my breast. Let's hear his excuse.
" I told you I bought it and when I saw you in that bar. I knew it was you" wait, is he trying to tell me that he had a portrait of me before he met me? What kinda crap is that?