"Fruity".
He placed the suitcase down as they
entered the apartment and groaned as he put a hand on his own shoulder, craning
his neck to the right. His shoulder and neck made a sound similar to that of bubble-wrap
being twisted and both he and she winced.
“Stiff?” She asked.
“Give me a chance.” He grinned.
“Lie down, I’ll give it a rub.”
He dived headlong onto the bed.
“Okay, but will you massage my shoulder first. And
get me a drink, the rest of that bottle of red wine is in the fridge.”
“You don’t keep red wine in the fridge.” She said
as she collected glasses from the shelf
“Of course you do, it’s made out of fruit.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Yeah, but I’m really cute though, aren’t
I?
She smiled as she approached the bed.
“Lose the shirt, stud.”
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