“Um, that was the shirt I was wearing,” Mike half-complained as Nadia started throwing on her clothes.
“Sorry,” she apologized but the words were hardly sincere. “You can wash it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I have other shirts.” He watched her finish dressing, a disappointment rising in him with each inch of skin that was covered up.
“Thanks for the f**k,” she told him as she stepped into her sneakers. “I won’t say anything to Gerry, not that I have a relationship with him or anything. I’ll let you deal with that mess.” She grinned at him.
“He’s got a girlfriend.”
“I know.”
“He shouldn’t f**k you if he’s got a girlfriend.”
“Isn’t that his choice to make?” she asked as she opened up the door and left. Mike heaved himself out of bed, exhausted. He was sweaty from their exertions and knew he needed
