They fucked.

Afterward, she sat with her back against the headboard, a cigarette burning between her lips, his hands draped over her belly as he lied beside her and spoke of his childhood.

She stared out of the window at the thick, grey clouds, and the beads of rain spotting the glass. Every few moments a flash of lightening would light up the somber sky, followed by the shattering crash of thunder. Somehow it was comforting.

He continued to talk, his fingers moved in small circles against the skin of her thigh.

She couldn’t even look at him.

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