I had no clue what had gone on. One moment Wren was all but begging me, the next she was telling me to get off her. Shoving me off her. I moved to get off her, but evidently, not fast enough as she used her leg to kick me, and in my slightly unaware state she knocked me off the bed. Sending dumbass me, sprawling to the floor...
"You are a fucking asshole." She said, swooping the discarded blanket we had dropped as we had begun our moment of passion from the floor, and flung it around her shoulders. Just as it had been earlier as she had walked down the hallways and with a darkened glare she began to walk out of what would one day be my home.
I moved to sit myself up. I needed to fix this. Something was not right, and I could not leave things like this. "Wren..." I shifted uncomfortably from my place upon the floor, back to the bed, the scent of her so overwhelming. It was all over me. All over the bedding. Damn, it was everywhere...
