The mattress shifts under the weight of him as he sits next to me. I am half dressed, waiting until i’ve finished my make up to put on my shirt.

He lays a hand on my knee. I turn to look at him.

He doesn’t tell me we’re going to be late, he doesn’t tell me that I always make us late – he just raises his hand from my knee to rest against my cheek and moves in to place a kiss on my temple.

I let my eyes close and clench my fingers to my palms. When both reopen he is gone and I am alone again.

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