Charles
I swing my legs out of bed and stand. The night shorts cling to my skin, cold and sticky. I peel them off, ball them up, and walk straight to the bathroom. The dream still sits behind my eyes. Her voice saying “not yet.” The exact weight of her on my chest. The way her cunt gripped me when she bottomed out.
I turn the shower on hot and step under the spray. Water runs down my back. I soap myself clean and try to think about the morning meeting instead. The numbers on the quarterly report. The client call at ten. Anything else.
Her palm lands on the back of my neck again. Twack. Heat across my ass. I scrub harder.
I shut the water off, dry myself, and dress for work. Shirt. Tie. Trousers. The ordinary armor. In the kitchen I make coffee and drink it standing at the counter. The
