“You feel the days getting shorter?”
“I hadn’t noticed.” Athens traces a serpentine blueprint along her customer’s spine, proposes something vis-à-vis the equinox. “Ah-ha-ha! What’s this one from?”
“You know what it’s from. You know all my scars.”
Cairo rolls onto his back. She closes her eyes, easy like salvation.
“Weren’t you pissed? The back! Passé.”
“I love you,” he says, prickly.
“Did you know,” she informs, “that you can get stabbed in the heart through the back?”
“Duh.”
Something thuds next door, and Cairo wonders if Rome is looking for an escape.
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Ahh, that subtlety felt good like a back rub.
ReplyDeleteThat's the stuff I'm talking about :).
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