So we didn’t wait. Coat still on. His hand over my mouth because the attendant was two feet away pretending not to exist.
Tag: risk
Felt it happen and I still didn’t stop him. That’s the confession. Came anyway. Kicked him out at 3am and sat on the bathroom floor thinking about how stupid I am.
Queue outside, his hand over my mouth, my back against the cistern. Lipstick everywhere. Walked out like nothing happened and ordered another dirty martini.
Rain on the windows, driver pretending not to notice. I was already wet from the club. He asked, I said yes. We didn’t even make it to his door.