The Table

A quick little something I had to flush from my brain. This was a fun write. 🙂

“The Table”

“This was a bad idea.” He finished buttoning his shirt as he walked up to the door; hand in hand with his girl. 

“You think,” she said, fixing her hair and pulling down her dress.

“Well, it was already a stressful day. Then, you hit me with this. I needed a release.”

“Are you satisfied?”

“Yeah. But—I don’t know. We smell like sex now. Think he’ll notice?”

“Probably.”  Read More