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CHAPTER THIRTEEN → THICK SKIN
i am completely coiled within filthy thoughts. my mind races with the acts of last night, as i actually remember. i feel it, deep within my stomach amongst the clutter of alcohol and junk food. my scalp hurts from my hair being tugged at, and my lower back aches from my unthinkable actions. who knew such things could feel so good.
boris's ass is on display for my entertainment (due to his obliviousness) as he stands at the faucet of his bathroom.
i lay sleepily in the empty bath, my feet pressing against the wall. he glances over at me with a raised brow. whatever it was that occurred last night has defiantly changed something about him. he looks different. or maybe its just me. maybe its simply because i remember his face, the noises, the scent, the feeling. maybe.
i stick my tongue out. he scoffs with a smirk, turning around to look back at the mirror to continue picking cereal out of his teeth.
"so, about last night," i trail off, as i make small circles with my fingertip on my thigh.
"i remember." he nods, not looking at me.
"how do you feel about it?" i ask softly, cocking my head to the side, and wriggling my toes which press against the wall.
boris itches his bare back, beside the array of scratches from fingernails digging into his skin. did i leave those? no way. he probably already had them. right?
"i feel normal. what about you?" he queers, toying with an unlit cigarette.
"i feel weird." i shrug, glancing down at my attire- nothing but my undergarments. not like its anything he hasn't seen before.
boris shoots a worried glance at me, as he lights the cigarette. "what, do you hurt?"
"no. i just feel-"
"satisfied?" he answers quickly, with a smirk as he blows smoke out of his nostrils.
i point at him, winking. "exactly."
"ah," he nods, ruffling his hair with his free hand. "good."
i hear the rubbery noise of my raw skin touching the dry bath as i climb out. i walk over to him, plucking the cigarette out of his mouth, and taking a quick drag.
he snatches it out of my mouth, scrunching up his face and groaning- a groan which i know means 'give it back'. i giggle, tapping his bare butt as i walk past him.
