She had been right from the beginning, she had read him well after all.
Such a predictable character when it comes to what he’s hoping to get from me, to what he wants me to be.
So he was a cliché from some points of view; but wasn’t she one as well, with her sexy outfit on, trying to be elegant at the same time?
Certain instances, certain feelings and emotions are classic, not cliché… and so are certain behavioural types, she thought, we repeat timeless actions and we fail to see how new we are to them and how jaded it all is on the outside.
But the subjective novelty is what I want, why I am here… I don’t care about the rest.
And everything disappeared, the only thing that mattered was their desire and the promising climax.
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