"What are you doing here?" asked Britney, while wiping her mouth.
He didn't answer Britney's question; it may not have seemed like it, but he was embarrassed by the scene he had just witnessed.
I approached him and helped him pick up his things that were on the floor.
"Liz?" He ignored me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered so that Britney, who was watching everything from afar, wouldn't hear.
"Why?"
"For what you've witnessed."
"You have nothing to apologize for," he whispered back.
"Yes, I do." I placed my hand on his, just feeling his soft skin already stirred something in me.
"We have nothing, you only owe explanations to your new girlfriend," he withdrew his hand.
"She's not my girlfriend." She really wasn't. Just a fling, a distraction, someone I used to satisfy myself and forget Liz
