She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts.

She left bed and went to the kitchen.

I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the sheets and blankets kept me connected to our slumber but my posture showed intent of following her and maintaining body language showing sensual interest.

(Mechanical, I know).

She interested me not for her body, which was, what is the word, Natural?

A Natural Body.

I wanted her mind and rivers of conflict.

Her boyfriend showed up.

It phased me none that a woman loudly lesbian would have a boyfriend fucking her long into the night.

He entered the room, inhaled the drama, said nothing.

I went home.