A Satisfying Urge
Not being invited to my boyfriend's night out leaves me susceptible to others' attention.
The lift was out of order. After climbing up the five flights of stairs to get to Ed’s, I looked up to find the door to the corridor being held open for me, it was one of the older fellas that lived in my boyfriend’s building. Ed would be going out with some friends from work for a night out and I would be staying at his place. “Oh, thank you!” I said, lurching forwards towards the open door with urgency and gratitude. “N...