She didn't bother dressing, and glanced back from inside the bathroom, watching him pull on his boxers, a second too long. Something ached in her chest but she ignored it, closing the door with a quiet click to go to the bathroom and relieve herself. It was chilly, and she shuddered as she finished and got up, reaching for her toothbrush, her eyes flicking up to her reflection.
She almost looked sad. Disappointed. But that was stupid. He should get out of her bed, and put his clothes on. They had their fun.
It was just fun. Maybe.
A little forcefully, she stuck the brush into her mouth, and reached for the knob again, twisting and half expecting to find him gone. It wouldn't have been the first time.
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Date: 2010-01-27 03:22 am (UTC)She almost looked sad. Disappointed. But that was stupid. He should get out of her bed, and put his clothes on. They had their fun.
It was just fun. Maybe.
A little forcefully, she stuck the brush into her mouth, and reached for the knob again, twisting and half expecting to find him gone. It wouldn't have been the first time.
Maybe it would be the first time it hurt, though.