Thursday 24 February 2000

Sinful Sunday Week 23



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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