"Walk me home," she slurred and rubbed her body against his.
Act normal, Jones thought. Instead, he tensed and looked around to make sure the were alone.
"Just around the corner."
He stayed in the shadows while they staggered to her house. No one saw them, and he sighed in relief as he locked the door behind him.
"Finally alone!" She dropped the dress to her feet, stumbled and fell into the dark bedroom. "Oops!"
Act normal. He turned the hallway lights off and looked out the window. Nothing moved. Then he followed her into the bedroom and closed the door. Light from the street fell through the window and framed her as she crawled up to him.
"Come on, baby." She fumbled with his belt buckle and giggled when she lost her balance and tumbled to the floor again. "I think I had a bit too much to drink."
"Come here." He took her in his arms, kissed her, and moved her out of the light and into the safe darkness of her bed. She clung to him with the tenacity of an octopus, and he grasped for air. A short hustle and he managed to flip her over, her hips still grinding against his groin.
So innocently helpless. Did she even remember his name? Or what he looked like? He pinned her down with the weight of his body and put his hands around her neck. Gently at first, feeling her pulse throb under his fingertips. Then he firmed his grip and felt her struggle to breathe.
Act normal. The annoying thought echoed through his mind and he let go of her neck. Dissatisfied he faked an orgasm and rolled over on his side. Still clueless she curled up with her head on his chest and fell asleep.
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