L | Breathless

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We order Korean fried chicken.

I want beer
but Rowan says

no.

She buys coke.

I have beer in my fridge,
but I don't tell her that.

I try to look obedient.

In the time
it takes
for the food to arrive,

Rowan straightened out
the books on my bookshelves.

I'm sprawled
on the cold leather couch

in the living room
I've never used.

She sits in the seat
farthest from me,

her phone screen
never going to sleep,

999 dialled in.

'The bedroom's more comfortable,'
I tease again.

Stubborn head-shaking.

'The food's coming soon.'

'40 minutes,' I point out.

'Your room's messy.'

Innocent blink.
'I think it's perfect tonight.'

The tips of her ears
turned red.

Her mind
is dirtier

than I thought it'd be.

'Not good enough,'
is the retort.

'You clean lorh,
'so neat already.'

She really gets up
and picks up my scattered laundry.

'Watch the door,'
she orders me.

'Woof,' I reply.

It's kind of unusual
for me not to stop her.

I was joking

after all.

Who would be comfortable
letting their girlfriend
go through their stuff?

But there's something
I want Rowan to find.

Also, free maid service.

'Need an apron?'
I joke.

'Take off your clothes,
'they'll get dirty.'

She ignores me.

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