Rituals

It was their ritual, Sally would wait for Oscar in his lobby even though she had keys for his apartment and was practically living with him.

She worked from his place often. This evening, she was sitting in the living room staring out at the gorgeous view of New York City that she had from his apartment window. Oscar was very successful—he looked the role and his apartment looked the role. Even Eliza as his ex fit the role. She was often in the newspaper with candid pictures taken when she was with her wealthy husband.

Sally was not sure what her own life was like. She was here, but she felt like an interloper. This world that had become hers, with Oscar as her pass to everything.

When he opened the apartment door, she looked at him with dead eyes.

“You did not wait for me in the lobby,” he chided.

Sally stood up, and shook her head.

“No.”

Oscar looked at her and without words just held her. There was nothing for her to say to him, she was frightened and she loved him.

There were no words, only rituals to be maintained in the future.

Later

Sally pulled her hair to the side for Oscar to kiss her neck and he did, slowly. He nibbled a bit, and then fully sunk his teeth in. He bit her, but she could taste the blood—feel its warmth and taste the saltiness.

She was resigned, as he continued licking around the puncture making her aroused and terrified at the same time. Placing her hand on her neck, to feel the place where her skin and his lips met she startled.

Gasping deeply, Sally caressed her smooth skin and realized that she had been dreaming, knowing all of the symbolism too well…

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