the stranger

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. 

When she laughed I wanted her again. 

A minute later she asked me if I loved her.

 I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn’t think so. 

She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, 

she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Albert Camus, The Stranger