She nods again, resting her head on his arm. Her hand skims down his arm and she catches his fingers in her own, bringing them to her lips.
She keeps them there, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of his breath, trying to find her way down into sleep.
It never comes.
~~~
It's dawn when she wakes and extricates herself from his arms. (Don't look back.) She dresses in the dark, grateful that someone had brought her tunic and her jeans back from the other place and left them in the bathroom for her. (You can never look back.) She leaves his shirt in the trash.
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She keeps them there, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of his breath, trying to find her way down into sleep.
It never comes.
~~~
It's dawn when she wakes and extricates herself from his arms. (Don't look back.) She dresses in the dark, grateful that someone had brought her tunic and her jeans back from the other place and left them in the bathroom for her. (You can never look back.) She leaves his shirt in the trash.
The chain, she keeps.