"You know, if I didn't have to use the bathroom right now, I'd try and fuck ya," he said as he entered the bedroom.
"Ok," she said.
She was only in underwear, having just exited the shower. Bare breasts with beads of water rolling down. She had a damp towel in her left hand which she just removed from her head.
He had a note book in his left hand and pinched her nipple with his right thumb and index finger. He shook her breast around by the nipple he was squeezing.
"Ouch," she said to him, half hurting.
He answered by doing the same thing to the other tit.
"Do you see this bruise?," she asked after a moment of silence.
"How'd that happen?," he asked.
"It's from the other night," she told him with certainty.
"Oh," he said.
The bruise she was speaking of was on her chest right above her right nipple. It was yellow and oval shaped with hints of brown and purple. Looking up from her bare skin he kissed her slightly and made his was to the bathroom.
"Your dirty clothes- bra and shirt and shit are all over the place in here," he said loudly so she could hear from the other room.
There was no answer at first so he sat down on the toilet and opened up his note book. His pants lay at his ankles as he looked at old poems and stories. Poems and stories that she wasn't in.
"I know," she called from the bedrrom.
"What?," he asked.
"I know... about my clothes," she said more specifically not know if he just couldn't hear her or understand what she was talking about in the first place.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. I was just wanting to let you know in case you happened t--," he started but was interrupted by the door opening.
She bent down to collect her things and made a face at him.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," she answered and waved a bit.
As she turned to exit she caught him looking at her ass. She put the clothes she had just collected in the way of his view playfully. He smiled at this and thought about writing a short story about their love affair.
She closed the door behind her.