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The whole night he has avoided kissing ht it was because he didn’t want to, but this kiss is hot and full of a kind of wild desperation Like a condeame of Russian roulette

His tongue invades my mouth and I suck on it

He pulls away fro and his jaw is clenched so tight I feel a spark of fear Before I can ask hi, he turns away and walks out of the shower cubicle

Wrapped in his bathrobe I venture cautiously into the bedrooht my clothes up and laid them on a throne-like red velvet armchair I dress quickly He has also put a hairdryer out and I use it I pick his hairbrush and run it through e I have never used anyone else’s brush in my hair before Probably because I’ve never been allowed to stay at a friend’s for a sleepover, or pajama party

Stepping ina glass of so amber

‘Thanks for bringing my clothes up,’ I say shyly

He lifts the glass in ment of my words

‘I guess I should be going’

‘I’ve called someone to take you back,’ he says quietly

‘No, that won’t be necessary I really should call a taxi’

‘You’re either leaving withat all Take your pick’ His voice is hard and unyielding

‘Look, if I happen to meet someone I know, it is better if I aet anybody in trouble’

‘Don’t worry Sa a taxi’

‘Oh, is he a taxi driver?’

‘No’

‘Right’

‘Do you want a drink?’

I shake my head ‘I want to keep my wits about me’

He nods ‘Good idea’

‘I’ve had a … really good time Thank you’

He drains his glass and pours himself another He downs that one too and stares at me as he does it

‘What ti nervously

‘Soon’

‘Okay I’ll have a glass with you’