He asked me not to write it. I said I wouldn’t use his name. I didn’t. Everything else is fair game. That’s the deal.
Tag: boundaries
Same boy. Third time. He makes better coffee than she does, which is the only reason Sophie hasn’t changed the locks. I give it a fortnight.
For twenty minutes. Then I asked for an Uber and a cigarette. He looked confused. I looked done. Next.
There are rules. White towels are not for strangers you met at 1am in Shoreditch. I found makeup on the good set and I’m being very normal about it.
That’s when I knew he’d decided this was more than afters. I hadn’t. I let him stay anyway because the lighting in my room is flattering at 8am and I’m weak.
The bill was fine. The speech about “what this means” was not. I kissed him to shut him up. It worked. Temporarily.