The taste still lingered on his tongue
tom
Chemical. Acrid. Metallic.
His ears were ringing and he shivered, gray light began to filter through the curtains. He hadn't slept. She shifted in her sleep behind him and he felt sick.
They'd met at work drinks, then she chided him on to the club. On the dancefloor, anonymous in the crowd, she kissed him. She'd stuck her finger in his mouth. That metallic taste. The feeling of the music. Losing himself. Alive.
He'd never felt so connected with someone.
Now he was here. His phone vibrated. He hung up.
14 missed calls.
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