The hush in the restaurant becomes deafening. ‘But here’s the thing’, he continued. Mature sex Blind-sided. Sipping wine. Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty piece of jewellery has changed hands at the table in the corner. She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now? A kind of brusque, charming offhanded manner that on one day left her wondering exactly how much he’d wanted her, then the next day was intense, direct, incisive and irritatingly close to the truth, when he’d asked her questions about herself. Fuck. Read 8208 times |
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Incisive. He’s not even shifted in his chair. Irritation creeps over him, and he downs his wine, pays the bill, and starts idly, petulantly casting about the restaurant for interesting people to look at. Cunt. It makes a distinct pop as she presses it open with her
