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It was around 5 am. The morning was getting dangerously close to the couple that was laid naked on the bed. White hotel sheets were covering their bodies.
There was only calm silence between them, as their breaths were slowing down after what had occurred on the same bed minutes ago for many hours.
"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked Natalie as he took a strap of her hair out of her face. He was supporting himself on his elbow, laid on the side just so he could look at her and nothing more.
Natalie on the other hand was laid on her back, looking at the ceiling, like she could find all the answers there. "What's on your mind?" He continued.
Natalie hesitated. So many things were running through her mind. So many feelings. But those minutes she spent with Mark just kept her sane for a moment. She didn't think about anything else but what was going on with her and Mark. Plain nothing. So she wanted to hold on that a little bit longer. Just a little bit.
"Nothing." So she pretended. "Nothing at all." She continued not looking at him. Like everything she needed to know was on his room's ceiling.
"You regretted it, didn't you?" Mark asked, trying to not seem faced by it. But it was not easy. That's something he wanted from the first moment he saw her. For a whole different reasons back then than now. Well, some of them were the same. Natalie was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and he wanted to sleep with. But somehow along the line, she was more than that. He wasn't sure when it happened or how it happened. But it did. And he was falling quietly and slowly. But there was no turning back.
Natalie slowly turned her face to her left. She looked at him and stayed silent for a second. "No." She shook her head. "Of course not."
"Then why do you have that face?" Mark asked her.
"Because this is the first time in over a year that I feel like... A woman."
"That's why you came tonight?" Mark questioned her. "Because you wanted to feel like a woman? Because I'm only good at that, right." He got slightly offended. A little bit hurt. Mostly because he expected more. He always expected more with her. But he could never get it. Not even after they slept together.
"Not everything is so black and white Mark." Natalie exhaled and got up from the bed, wrapping the white sheet around her body. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone just so I could boost my ego. Despite the fact that I need all the boosting in the world." She let out a dry laugh.
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