Back on it

I’ve never been so far away he said as she stroked his left thigh. Was she listening? Her eyes focused on her hand stroking his other thigh now with the back of her left hand. Everything pulled back, her hair, his hair, the curtains, the blinds and he felt himself going too. He was still there she was still there so was she and the sun played in her hair as her breathing became deeper. His remained steady.
I don’t think I want to stay in this room, but he wanted to be with her. He’d only just met her and she was stroking his thighs as he looked towards the door. He reached for his pint, she had bought him it, but didn’t drink, swilling it as he hand swayed left and right as the light danced and the colours merged.


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