Fuck buddy?  Paul was never so crass as to refer to her that way.  Yet, Charlette said it, and he heard it.  It actually stung a little, knowing he’d been nothing but respectful to her, even when they were enjoying each other’s bodies.  Of course, he wanted to remind her that she had initiated their sexcapades, not that he was complaining about that fact.  Still, he decided to keep that reminder to himself.<br/><br/>Sliding off of the recliner, he stood and said while heading for his bedroom, “I dunno what I want, Charlette.  But one thing I do know is that I ain’t gonna figure it out right here and right now.”<br/><br/>Prior to disappearing down the hallway, Paul stopped short and looked her squarely in the eyes.  “Another thing I know is that I never thought of you as a fuck buddy,” he stated, with extra emphasis on those last two words.  Soon after, he quietly closed his door.  Thoughts swirled around his brain, all of them seemingly vying for his attention.