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: Thursday
Hallway. Shoes still on. Someone’s Amazon parcel as a pillow. Romance is dead and I’m throwing the funeral.
He said they were “on a break”. The ring tan said otherwise. I still let him pay for the vodka sodas. Research, innit.
Booked the room for one reason only. No sleepover, no breakfast, no pretending. He bent me over the desk until my legs shook. Then we both left separately. Efficient.
For my “un-birthday”. He was late, polite, and ended up drinking our wine. I tipped him in leftover pizza.
He looked well. I looked better. I made sure of that in the mirror by the sinks before I walked over.