Widow
By the time Axel left, I'd showered, dressed, smoked two cigarettes, and decided the world could go f**k itself before breakfast.
He stood in my kitchen wearing yesterday's jeans, drinking my coffee like he paid the mortgage.
“You always this cheerful in the morning?” He asked.
“Only when people steal my coffee.” I said.
“You made it for me.” He said.
“I made coffee. You committed theft.” I said.
Axel laughed, set down his mug, and kissed my cheek. I turned my head, catching his mouth instead, because I wasn't heartless. I simply preferred relationships without emotional paperwork.
“I'll see you next time I'm passing through.” He said.
“Try not to get lost. I won't organize a search party.” I said.
He grinned and left. I watched him ride away, grateful he understood our arr
