“What is it you want,” she asked while taking a drag off her Marlboro.
“To love,” he said.
“What makes you think you can?” she said, exhaling.
“I have no idea.”
“It’s more than just getting me into bed.”
“There’s nothing more than getting you into bed.”
“See, right there is why you can’t love. You can’t help yourself. You let that guard down for three seconds and then it was right back. Call me when you can be honest and I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want for anything else in your life.”
With that she got up, dropped her cigarette and stubbed it out with her heel and walked back into the church without looking back.
He waited a few minutes, finished off his coffee and headed back into the church as well, thinking he already didn’t want anything else.
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