“Are you okay?”
Spotting a glimpse of even Ben looking at her, Sabrina tried to lighten her face with a soft smile.
“I am fine.”
With that, she slipped out of her chair and went to the ladies’ room. The ladies’ room there was a much more soothing space than at her previous job. Sabrina sat on the toilet for a long while before she got up. Her lady parts buzzed, but she did nothing to further it. Wiping herself gently, she opened the latch to the stall and looked at herself in the mirror.
Away from everyone, she looked ravaged.
A quick glimpse of her neighbor came to her mind, and she almost burst into tears.
Thinking she heard someone walking into the bathroom, she ran back into her stall. The adrenaline rush, rushed right between her legs.
She was not porcelain, she would not break. She was not a valuable vase.
Her neighbor had come to her door last night, and she was not expecting him obviously, but she was. Her little escapades with him from a distance usually made her rub herself until she came for what seconds? He did not touch her, but she was aroused like a fever when they did what they did.
But then him at her door.
When he opened his mouth to speak, she put her fingers on his lips and shook her head. She did not want it to be about that. He kissed her fingers, and with her door open like she had with Ben—like it made it safer or something—he pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. He kissed her like their kiss was sex, not thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but kissing her with purpose. Slanted, slow and warm. He pulled her to him, and she tried to rub herself against him but he stilled her body.
It was not about that for him.
Leaning against her door like she was lying in the belly of the desert, he looked at her for a long time before he walked away.
They said nothing, but everything.
She was not okay, to answer Betty’s question.
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