A moment

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?