He leaned forward like he might kiss me again, but I drew back, gripping one of the Hydra heads as I climbed off of his lap and moved to retrieve my clothes. I pulled my underwear back on then took his shirt from the floor and put it on over the top of it as he’d destroyed my dress. He pulled his pants back on and I watched while he refastened his fly. We looked at each other for a moment like there might be something else we should say, but what was there really? We hated each other and that frustration had overflowed into sex. Again. No big deal. And I planned on reminding my thundering
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