Valerie was on her feet faster than Brian wanted her to be. The warmth was gone, and the light that had haloed her hair was now shining in his eyes. He squinted and kept his face from showing his disappointment, as best he could, anyway. Did she always just pop up afterwards, or was it what he said, or something he did? Was she going to find the politest way to retreat, the way he used to do?
“Ah, I’m good,” he said, blowing off that train of thought, because he wasn’t in any condition to think about it clearly. He took her hand and hauled himself onto his feet.
Brian peered into the stairwell while he zipped his fly and buttoned up. That door wasn’t going back up. Looks like they were destined to rack up destruction of property charges.
He combed his hair back. He wanted something, a drink, a hit. He wished he smoked cigarettes.
‘Reach for her.’
Brian put his hand on her lower back and leaned in to kiss her neck.
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on 2013-10-28 01:11 am (UTC)“Ah, I’m good,” he said, blowing off that train of thought, because he wasn’t in any condition to think about it clearly. He took her hand and hauled himself onto his feet.
Brian peered into the stairwell while he zipped his fly and buttoned up. That door wasn’t going back up. Looks like they were destined to rack up destruction of property charges.
He combed his hair back. He wanted something, a drink, a hit. He wished he smoked cigarettes.
‘Reach for her.’
Brian put his hand on her lower back and leaned in to kiss her neck.