Alone, naturally
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We moved in perfect union until our satisfying end. Your calloused fingertips caressed my face. I opened my mouth to speak but you placed a finger on my lips and shook your head. Instead I moved until my head lay on your shoulder. Gazing at the window, my legs rubbed against yours. I twisted under the covers, submerging myself in the scent of us, trying to imprint it onto my body. For after. The phone beeped several times rousing you. From the bed I watched as you dressed. My eyes closed as you opened your wallet.
THE END
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