Chapter 95 Two Guns

• The next few hours were a blur of scattered emotions, clothes, caresses, kisses, and a shower that was less water and more of everything else. I lay in bed, my hair slightly damp, my eyes focused on the door to the bathroom where Florian was.
• My heart skipped a small beat as the door knob opened, and he walked out, his phone in his hand. I knew he had been taking a call in there, and I appreciated that despite me knowing how this would end, he was still so keen on protecting my feelings while he prepared for the eventual end.
• His hair was damp and pulled back to the nape of his neck, his eyes slightly thin as he walked to the dresser. He was wearing nothing but a towel dangerously low on his waist, his body on show like he was some exhibition at an art gallery.