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His eyes have flecks of light in their depths and his eyelashes look as if they’d curl against the pad of er His cheekbones would fit in the curve of my palm His mouth, well It’d fit me just about everywhere

“Your horny eyes are back,” he tellsbetter if you can look at me like that”

“I’h as I turn away He goes into ulps of air

“You’re a little sicko all right” When he reappears he’s holding his jacket, and I realize he’s spent the entire night dressed in his paintball clothes And he doesn’t even stink How is it fair?

“I need to” I’rab at his elbohen he toes on his shoes by the door

“Yeah, yeah, I’ You don’t need to pick me up and throw me out See you at work, Lucinda” He rattles a bottle of pills at me

“Go back to bed Two ain, reluctance written all over his face “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” He touches h surely it couldn’t have changed in thirty seconds

“Don’t you dare tease me about this on Monday”

The word Monday rattles between us, and he takes his hand away I think that’s our new safe word

“I’ll pretend it never happened, if that’s what you want,” he tells ut The last time I asked that of him it was about the kiss; he kept that promise pretty well

“Don’t try to use anything against me The job interviews, I mean”

The look on his face probably melts the paint off the wall behind me

“Knowing the consistency of your voe For fuck’s sake, Lucinda”

When the door bangs behind him and silence expands to fill e to call hiize for the fact that yes, he’s right as always

I a about it, I sleep