She entered the club with a black heart and rage crawling under her skin. Three vodka shots down, her hands were still trembling around the glass when she felt a stranger’s eyes on her.
Focusing on
the cool liquid entering the empty shell of her body, she only realised he had
come closer when his fingers touched her hand.
‘What are you looking for?’
Her laugh was
dry and cold. ‘Love’ she spit.
She expected
him to smile awkwardly, to apologize, to leave.
Instead he
took her hand and nodded seriously. His smile was as light as air.
‘Let me show
you.’
She stared at
him in disbelieve but no further coaxing was needed. Stunned into silence, she
followed him into the winter air. His fingers around hers did not let go all
the way to his bed.
Whispered
sweetness inspired goosebumps and tender, caressing fingers lifted her top and
stroked her breasts. His fingertips teased her nipples, followed the gentle
curve of her hips.
When he
entered her, their rhythm resembled soft waves meeting the shore. She dissolved
in them, abandoned herself to his embrace.
She knew the pain would return, but for
once she didn’t care.
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