Part 34/?
A Broken Sixpence
Part 34
She pulled over, neither of them making the first move meant a few empty moments.
‘So…?’ She started.
‘Thanks for the lift,’ She could feel her staring and expecting a bit more. ‘I have to get in, I really do have the recording to do, and some sleep to get.’ He felt as if he was apologising but he no idea what for.
‘Okay Alex, freshen up and go out to get laid.’
‘Shut up, I’ll text you or something.’ He blew a kiss, which she caught and pretended to scrunch up and discard. He was off and away, the door slamming his goodbye.
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The decor at Alex’s wasn’t as homely. He spent very little time there between being on the road and crashing at his mum’s when he didn’t want to eat alone on a Sunday. Even the key gave him trouble with the lock. Inside there was a low level smell which wasn’t quite palatable. It was quite dark but there was a distinctive rustling noise, he cocked his ear to amplify the sound, and followed it into the kitchen.
‘What the hell are you doing ?’ He demanded, flicking the light into life.
‘My eyes !’ wailed Miles, staggering about with a cup of milk and a handful of biscuits.
‘I seem to remember I requested you stay in the bed to keep it warm for me,’ Alex was sliding his arms around the helpless Miles’s waist, then sinking his face down to his collarbone to rekindle his love affair with that musky skin. He weighed up his tiredness and hunger against his need to feel close to Miles. No contest. Grabbing the milk from Miles and draining half for himself, he flicked the light back off with the back of his head and steered them both towards bed.
Breaking off their kisses, Alex shimmied away to draw the curtains, Miles clinging to his arm allowing a cascade of biscuit crumbs to shower the floor. There was just long enough for Alex and Fran to lock eyes, and her gaze to shift to Miles.