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When she woke he was sitting beside her, still dressed from wherever he had been the night before. Alcohol and cigarettes emanated from his clothes and there was a vague whiff of perfume. He looked tired but his eyes were clear and his skin radiated.
Blood had oxidised in the corner of his mouth. IGirl had no idea where he had been but she knew exactly what he had been doing.
‘You’re here,’ he said.
‘I got back last night. I left messages.’
‘I didn’t think you would. Come back I mean. ’
‘Why wouldn’t I?’ she asked.
Another pointless conversation to add to their tally.
‘Thought you’d be too busy with the fashion prince, but I suppose you got hungry.’
‘Fuck off,’ she said and looked away.
Five minutes later she heard the shower running and got up. Joining him without resolving the Mark issue would just exacerbate the screwed up state of their relationship but she doubted it mattered. All trust had been shattered eighteen months before. Neither of them could bring it back. Now there was only need.
She stepped into the shower recess and felt him hard against her hand. There was release in this, release from all the anger and frustration. And pleasure. His chin stubble tickling her thigh. Surely she was owed that.
When she woke he was sitting beside her, still dressed from wherever he had been the night before. Alcohol and cigarettes emanated from his clothes and there was a vague whiff of perfume. He looked tired but his eyes were clear and his skin radiated.
Blood had oxidised in the corner of his mouth. IGirl had no idea where he had been but she knew exactly what he had been doing.
‘You’re here,’ he said.
‘I got back last night. I left messages.’
‘I didn’t think you would. Come back I mean. ’
‘Why wouldn’t I?’ she asked.
Another pointless conversation to add to their tally.
‘Thought you’d be too busy with the fashion prince, but I suppose you got hungry.’
‘Fuck off,’ she said and looked away.
Five minutes later she heard the shower running and got up. Joining him without resolving the Mark issue would just exacerbate the screwed up state of their relationship but she doubted it mattered. All trust had been shattered eighteen months before. Neither of them could bring it back. Now there was only need.
She stepped into the shower recess and felt him hard against her hand. There was release in this, release from all the anger and frustration. And pleasure. His chin stubble tickling her thigh. Surely she was owed that.
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