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“I’m not finished with your body, Ella.”
She smirked, covering up the flash of uncertainty, and stepped away
from me.
“Tonight, you are.” She crossed into the bathroom and turned on the
light.
I plucked my things off the floor while she watched. “See you in the
morning, star.”
“Good night, satellite.”
I opened the door between our rooms and stepped through.
“Hey,” she said. “I thought that was locked.”
“It was never locked.”
She smiled, and after she closed the bathroom door, I closed my door.
My room was empty, and the bed was too big. An ocean of mattress. A
clean wood floor. Hard edges and sparkling surfaces. A space devoid of her.
If anyone saw this, they’d know we didn’t sleep together.
On her side, the shower went on. She was cleaning me off her, rubbing
away the places I’d touched her. I found myself standing by the door the
way I had the night I heard her masturbating, envisioning her hands on
herself and the paths water took down her body.
The shower stopped. The towel over her tits, between her legs, rubbing
her hair damp. I didn’t need to hear it to know what she was doing, but I put
my ear to the wood anyway. I could hear the scrape of a toothbrush, drawers
opening and closing before the rustle of fabric as she put on pajamas and
got under the covers.
I should do the same instead of eavesdropping. I stuffed my clothes in
the hamper and got into sweatpants, brushed my teeth, got my laptop, and
went to my side of the empty bed. Emails needed to be answered and an
output report needed going over.
At about two in the morning, I got tired and closed my laptop.
Same time as always, but she was on the other side of the wall.
Something more pressing than a distraction, she was a gravity, and the wall
between us blocked my orbit.
She was right about us sleeping in the same bed for all the reasons she
professed, but there were more. We were the same kind of crazy. Revolving
around each other meant giving up our priorities. I’d sent her off course
already, and falling for each other would only make it worse for her.
But I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t finished with her.