The swirling eddies of dust insisted there was a breeze somewhere in the room. It was strange to be so comfortable; dripping sweat, breathing the stiflingly hot air made damp by our sport. Perhaps as I Laid with my back stuck to the cheap cotton sheet I was too exhausted, not truly comfortable, to try and remedy the physical awkwardness around me. This must be why I let her lay against my side, her leg wrapped against mine; flesh to flesh, our wet as our mortar.
Now I’m uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the heat, the sweat, the mess. Just maybe I don’t want to learn her last name. I’m sure she’ll try and tell me, she’s nuzzling me like a fucking puppy. I stand, legs slightly trembling still, and make my way to the bathroom, cooling my body and providing sweet distance. I lock the door and get into the shower, that should save me from friendly conversation. Wish I had thought to grab a beer.
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