delight.

delight

Sun on her naked body. Sun on her smile. Her hand moving, sliding quiet toward her shirt, like clockwork.

“Back to work.” I can't hide bitterness in my voice. “You act like your computer is more important than me.”

She looks at me, confused but still smiling.

“A lot of things are more important than you,” she says. “Did… Did you not know that?”

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