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It was a cool evening in Hammerlocke. The kind that made him weirdly nostalgic, if that’s a more respectable way to admit that one’s needy.
“I need to get a grip… or some dignity” he said. We both know that isn’t going to happen.
He debated if calling at 1 AM was normal between friends, it was quite normal between them. Perhaps because they were more than friends…? God knows… well, I do know, but that would spoil the fun.
But he didn’t need to, she texted first.
-Are you free?
He couldn’t immediately bring himself to answer, the nerves were truly getting at him. Ironic? Much.
They went days zero contact, it would be awkward saying “Hey, how are you doing?” after sleeping with a ““friend””.
But it was obvious that from at least his part? He missed her badly. Not even sexually, he just wanted back into his life. She had infiltrated her presence perfectly in it. How ruthless of her.
After a few moments he forced himself to answer, in his usual style? Dry. As. Fuck.
-Its 1 AM, of course I am.
He tried to not add the part were he also confessed being nostalgic, once again, a decent way to say that one’s needy.
Her answer to his dryness was, ruthless, just like everything about her.
-if we follow that logic, why you’re awake? And online in the last 15 minutes ago?
His breath stalled. She was just as observant as ever, a good trait of hers. Not when it was used against him.
He felt that sly smile on those stunning lips he was craving, but his train of thought was quickly interrupted by her text, a tickling bomb of time, like a landmine waiting to be stepped on.
-Missed you. How are you?
His mind stopped to a halt. Oh, this evening was doomed, in the best way, the one she knew best.
He answered quickly now, he wasn’t giving a further fuck about dignity. He was needy and he knew it. Well, I told you things would stir up… indirectly.
-good. Was just thinking a little
-about what? Me or us?
Well reader, saying that this man cursed out lout is quite the understatement. She truly got into his nerves, or better said, owned them and played with them as she pleased.
-no I didn’t. Don’t flatter yourself.
He tried to save face. It didn’t work; she knows what she fucked. Both mentally and… y’know.
-you’re not slick Raihan.
His heart would have stopped, but he needed to live to suffer the best disgrace of his life. This woman’s hands on his body. Instead, his mind went numb. He didn’t need it when she was in the room.
-Are you going to answer or what? We know you’re dying to come over.
His mind turned on. Not to think, but to try to control his impulses. It failed spectacularly. He was like a puppy. Good he wasn’t into pet-play. His dignity was taking too many blows.
But that woman? Oh god, she read him like a book that sold itself high, but in the moment of the book relied too much on their reader’s interest. This isn’t about books.
Finally, a few encouraging words in, and too much teasing from her. He agreed.
Let’s say that dying on her arms was a experience he was dying to repeat the moment it was over. And this isn’t about death.