‘Stay with me, come on. It’s still early, don’t go.’
He’s kissing my neck; he doesn’t understand.
‘You don’t understand. If I don’t get back before midnight…’
‘What’s the rush, babe? Who’ll be waiting?’
He’s nibbling my ear, trying to undo my dress.
‘My two sisters need me, back home.’
His hand slides up my leg.
‘You didn’t tell me you had sisters.’
His breathing turns heavy, laboured.
‘There are more like you at home?’
‘I need to go, really, I have to be back before twelve… before my shoes turn to glass.’
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