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"i didn't." not that he would believe her, but she was simply in the middle of hastily packing her belongings when the unexpected chill began creeping in post sunset, and she instinctively grabbed the nearest sweater available to her without giving it a second thought. in fact, she hadn't even anticipated that they would be meeting at his place tonight, assuming that it was likely that he would be preoccupied with work as he so often is, completely caught up in his hectic schedules with the rising band. she merely texted him about her plans purely out of common courtesy between exes, conveniently ignoring the fact that their last direct contact was a drunken phone call that ended in a passionate hookup.
a soft, involuntary moan escapes her lips from the playful slap delivered to her skin, a sound she tries to bite back with her sunken teeth but to no avail. no matter whether he chooses to believe her excuse or not, however, one thing she can be sure of is that she'd never be able to look at the seemingly ordinary mirror in his room the same way ever again. gripping tightly onto the smooth edge of the vanity for much-needed support, she lets the intense sensation wash over her with each forceful thrust, the oversized blue sweater swaying rhythmically with every passionate movement. "fuck β¦ that's amazing, right there β¦" if she were as intoxicated as she was the last time they met, maybe she'd inadvertently let slip just how much she's missed him, but it isn't as though her current actions tell any differently, pulled towards him almost involuntarily like an inevitable force of gravity.
