Fuck. Sex xnxx He grabs his phone, and starts purposelessly clicking. She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all. Nobody’s looking at the woman staring at the table, with her left hand on a small box, and her right hand holding an even smaller square of white paper. ‘You coming then?’
He looks up. Sipping wine. He’s got no fucking shame. Nobody gives a fuck that a very pretty piece of jewellery has changed hands at the table in the corner. OK.’
‘So. Fuck. You don’t want it?’
He goes to grab the neat parcel. OK, arrogance. On the paper is a greasy vivid-reddish smear where she’s blotted her lips, and a single word, written by him: ‘spit’. Eyes: assessing. Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now? She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all. It was covered in spotty paper and, it had a small bow on it. They’d been chatting for days. What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now?
