No Wind on a Sunny Day
Language: en
The day we graduated, Adrian and I had one last time together. A breakup fuck. Afterward, he lit a cigarette and passed it to me with practiced ease, a smirk playing on his lips. "When I find a wife," he mused, "I'm definitely not marrying the kind of woman who smokes after sex." A lump formed in my throat. I managed to ask him why. He just said, "Celine, I like them innocent." I was silent for a long time after that. Then I cut off all contact. The next time we met, he was my new boss. To save us both the awkwardness, I handed in my resignation. But he cornered me in the office, his hand…