Karys collapsed into Chlo’s embrace. Even though it was a ritzy restaurant, where Chlo had to come collect her at the door, she was able to do that there.
Fall apart.
And she was thankful for it.
Chlo released her, and handed her a straight vodka. Not one with orange or tomato juice like the other well-dressed diners were having. Karys sipped gratefully, her hands shaking.
“So you left him there?” Chlo said to her, picking up her own Bloody Mary mirroring her grateful sipping.
Karys nodded.
She had left him there, it almost felt like she had killed him—hadn’t she in a way? Hadn’t she killed him and herself?
The way that she came across him was an accident, she swore to herself inside her head as if she was trying to convince someone else—a certain someone else. They were both standing at Jeanne’s door, hoping to see her. But instead, all they saw a few blocks away were signs that read Sex/Pizza—which they did in reverse.
Karys was used to casual sex, but what happened between them was not casual. It was tender and meaningful. Something that when they were lying beside each other after and she curled into him, and he pulled her closer it was addictive. The beautiful long hair he had that Jeanne told her about, all about them.
Mal looked at her with a soft smile.
“You know, I have not seen Jeanne for a long time, this was an act of desperation. Like if I cornered her and forced her to see me…”
Karys pressed her face to the side of his breast. His scent drove her crazy. Even with the scent of sex hanging in the air there was something sweet and innocent about his scent. About the way he held her. Something she had not had for such a long time that she forgot what it was like.
But she did not know if Jeanne was done with Mal, he was hers first and she should not have been with him. The morning after Karys left him, barely putting herself together. She just could not deal with what she had done.
To Jeanne.
She looked up miserably from Chlo’s breast, and entering the dining room, his long hair pulled back, in a crisp white shirt with dress pants and suspenders…was Mal.
More Fleur Friday here, more about Jeanne here and Flash Friday here:
Oh my, this sounds like it’s going to get messy–well, messier. lol 😉
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