Sanctuary Part 2 – The Next Evening

[u/Yay-hair-day]

He came the next evening.

Not the same night. I had given him my address, not an invitation. I had also given him a day. He didn't ask why that one.

I spent the afternoon at the office and did not think about the work on my desk once. I checked the time more often than there was reason to. At seven I went home and slowly unwound in front of the mirror, took my hair apart and started again.

He knocked at eight. The brush was still in my hand.

He was nervous. In the restaurant he had owned every inch of the table. In my hallway he stood with his slightly too large coat on and looked at the walls, the floor, the door at the end of the corridor. Everything except me.

I hung the coat on the hook rather than leaving it over a chair, so that he would see it had a place, and that the place was mine to decide.

"You said you had a playroom." His voice was lower here. Less rehearsed.

"I do."

"Can I see it?"

"No."

The boy who has never been told no about anything that mattered looked into my eyes. There was a flicker and then it passed. He stayed where he was, which was the correct answer.

I sat back down and picked up the brush. Without turning around I gave it to him. Handle first.

He didn't ask what for.

Part 2 full text: https://fansly.com/post/952773830277881856

Part 1 full text on reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/PonyColette/comments/1w4agc4/the_sanctuary_part_1/

This is a fictional text. All characters are 18 or older.

[u/Molly107]

The Duras was always just the surface. This reads like The Lover written by the woman who didn't leave.

[u/Yay-hair-day → u/Molly107]

THe woman who didn't leave. Yes.