A Late Night Visit Pt. 4

"Why did I reach for her hand?" I wondered. "Think of something, dammit!" I scrambled for anything besides the truth. "I was drunk." I spit out. "I didn't know what I was doing." Easy words to be said.
"I'm not like that, you know. I don't fuck the first time I meet someone."
That word 'fuck'. It's tasteless and makes the breathe stink. An onion of the English language. I broke from eye contact, rubbed the back of my neck. "You're attractive, you know that." I looked around the room, seemingly ashamed. My eyes traversed the doorknob across the room.