No speech about my past. No scoreboard on the night. Just appetite and a bit of manners. Rare. I remember them far too bloody long.
Tag: casual
A bruise with no text after is just mess on skin. If you claim the body, you can claim the morning as well afterwards too.
Say casual. Say dating. Do not hide behind we will see. I can do filthy and still want a sentence that does not wriggle away.
The practical bit was easy. The sentence after was not. People handle a condom and still panic at do you like me. That is everything.
He talked numbers like it was sport. I wanted tea and a hand on my back. Performance reviews do not belong in my bed. Ever.
I can do no-strings. I am genuinely good at it. Then someone makes tea properly and I invent a whole future they never once offered.
Water and a check in are not deluxe. They are basic. If you can take your clothes off you can ask if I got home.
She says it is casual. We still clock shoes, job, whether he rinsed a mug. This flat runs checks. Nobody asked. We do them anyway.