Thursday, 25 January 2018

Not A Good Night

He pulled up to the curb, the sound of parking brake engaging filling the silence the two of them had been sitting in.

He tried to think of something to say, but couldn't think of anything that wasn't a blatant lie or just wildly inappropriate. Eventually he managed to mumble something about calling it a night. He meant it as a goodnight.

Instead she looked at him, and then recapped every moment from the date that had embarrassed him. At the end of it, she asked him up to her place.

He explained that wasn't his kink, which confused her.

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