"Another day of utter shit"
~Spring Awakening
There was no way it was time for him to wake up. There was simply no way it was already six a.m.. Yet, the buzz of the alarm clock by his ear was incessant, and a stream of light illuminated the dim at the foot of his bed. Sitting straight up, feet on the cold hardwood floor, he absentmindedly clicked the off button before stumbling into the shower. He shouldn't have gone out so late- should have followed his own rule- should have made it home before midnight. Water rushed over his shoulders, washing away the previous nights activities; his guilt and his pleasure and his sin. Leaving a towel over his hair, he slid into his clothes. The same outfit every day: suit, shoes, and tie. It took four minutes of staring to realize something was off. She was gone, the smell of coffee wafting up from downstairs, the bed made. Heading back into the bathroom he placed every piece of hair perfectly, securing it with a sickening amount of hairspray. Down the stairs and into the kitchen, she was leaning over the counter, scanning the front page of the newspaper. He took a moment to renew his distaste for color of her hair and the hue of her eyes before gulping down a mug of coffee.
"Late night?" She asked quietly. There was no sign of mistrust in her voice- she had no idea what he was really doing.
"Hn." He set the cup in the sink and headed for the front door. He heard her barefooted steps following him. Pausing with his hand on the knob, he faced her.
"Just call me next time…Okay?" She pulled her robe tighter around her waist, green eyes watery but firm. He forced his own eyes to soften, pecking her on the cheek and tossing a miniscule smile.
"Promise." At that, he was out the door, making a beeline for the silver lexus in the driveway. One more second would have killed him. The office was murder, but being home with her was worse than eternity in hell.