A makeup-stained pillowcase lies on the floor.
I dropped my gaze, and next to my feet, I saw what's left underneath the sheets.
An opened condom wrapper turned my narrows eyes to crinkled slits. A letter stating she loves
him rests on the nightstand.
"What are you doing in here?" Becca asked.
"Hello, it's our bedroom."
Becca threw her hands to her head. "Oh, my sister and her boyfriend are staying for a couple of nights. I forgot to tell you."
"You mean, the condom isn't yours?"
"When do I have time to cheat, dear? Besides, have a little more faith in the woman you love."
My mouth hung open, not closing.
Becca started stripping. "Well, I'm not going to fuck myself."
I laughed.
"Undress, you idiot."
We closed the door and made love on the floor.
The fireplace crackled to the beat of our friction.
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Dusting Off Dreams
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