nine things || lrh

Seventh Thing

I was in the shop. I couldn't find them.

In an alley with candles.

Scented candles.

I couldn't take the others. Others will not be suitable. Where can they be?

Too much.

There are too many fucking candles here. I can't change my plan.

I can't let him down.

I kept looking.

I can't give up. Not now.

Here are.

Behind the vanilla. Next to the mango peach salsa.

Our favorites. Our cherry blossom. His cherry blossom.

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"I thought it was going to be quickie"

I stood in the bedroom doorway.

He started lighting one of the two candles.

Cherry blossom scent. You'll think 'Oh how romantic'.

Maybe it was romantic.

Should be.

But the truth is that I just didn't like the smell of sex.

He knew it.

"Don't put them too close to those artificial flowers"

These were his favorite scented candles. Which made them mine favorite one.

He always lit them up when it was going to take a little longer.

Not today.

I didn't have the strength.

The alcohol I drank earlier was now closing my eyelids.

"We'll have a little fun" he put down the candle.

I took my high-heeled off, throwing them at the door.

Fuck. My feet.

"I have to get up early tomorrow Luke. You too as well."

He walked over to me, embracing me by my waist. He buried his face into my hair.

I loved it when he did that.

He smelled like alcohol.

Gin.

"Come on. We haven't had sex in so long" he kissed my neck.

"So long? We had like three days ago"

"I meant sex, passionate sex. Not one that lasts five minutes."

He knew why we didn't do it. We didn't have time.

He knew about it well.

"Let's do quick one, okay? And next week we'll do whatever you want"

"Are you really planning our sex? What are we? 40 years old and have three children, that we must plan it?

"It sounded that bad?"

He picked up my dress as his hands cupped my buttocks. He squeezed them, drawing me to him.

"I will not convince you?" I whispered in his ear.

"No baby" he kissed me.

Cherry blossom.

But they smelled a little different than usual.

They stinked. Something was wrong.

Our bodies were on fire.

They were on fire.

"Oh fuck me. They're on fire"

"I know you're so hot baby"

"No fuck, Luke, I mean those fucking flowers are burning" I pushed him away.

There was something beautiful about this flame.

I should panic.

Maybe it's the alcohol.

Maybe.

"Fuck"

He carefully took the vase of decorative flowers.

Fucking artificial flowers.

"Take them to the fucking tub"

Water.

Smoke.

Stench.

The end of the romantic atmosphere.

He was standing over the bathtub. He looked at them.

Is it bad that this amused me? His erection was clearly visible on his pants. Why was it so funny?

"I'm going to bed. Sleep."

"So no sex tonight?"

His hope.

"No sex"

It was 1 am. Too late.

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They were perfect. We used them in our activities.

Happy activities.

I could have used them in a wrong activity, right?

He won't be mad at me, right?

No.

He shouldn't be.