Le appetite- Part 9

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That night they both collapsed onto steven's bed with each other’s Juices still clinging to their bodies. He made no noises or declarations as he pulled Geneva in closer to him. And when she woke in his arms, she sat up wide eyed, as if startled by the idea of it. Slowly she moved out from under one arm then the other, feet eventually hitting the floor, lightly tapping as she juggled trying to put on her clothes without waking him.

“where you going 'G'?", Steven sat up rubbing his big eyes shirtless. She had a better view of his rippling muscles in the morning light.

"G" hadn't really planned where she would go next. But her apartment must be missing her by now she thought...

"Home I guess, it's not too far... "The truth was she was mostly just doing what she had always done. Rule #1: Always leave early, if not immediately after sex.

“But I was thinking we could get breakfast, there's a little diner around the corner that makes the best pancakes...", Steven said, while again, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

His eyes...
That smile...
Even half asleep they had a way of disarming her. She would stay, she had no real argument as to why she shouldn't, though she would need a shower and to borrow some of his clothes, which he eagerly obliged.

The diner on 6th street was a lot like any other diner. Patrons sitting around a counter, eating their Sunny-side-up eggs while drinking mediocre coffee in varying degrees of darkness. Tables lined in Silver, yellow, and blue to match the bulging seat cushions. It was charming she thought, though she did begin to wonder how the guy in the corner, ashing a cigarette onto his leftover pancakes, managed to get in here.

As the two sat across from each other in a lonely booth, Steven began to wonder how “G” could look so good in his clothes...
The magic of being a woman he assumed.

"So what WERE you doing at the club alone last night?”
“G” forked her pancakes a few times before answering…

“Bad night…”

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