Standard Lines
Prologue: Delicious Ambiguity
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I apparently have major story-ADD lately. I am seriously not pleased at all with my second and third chapters of Sometime Around Midnight, so while I try to revamp that storyline completely...you can enjoy this other fic that I started months ago?
This is just the prologue. The next chapter will explain a lot more about when this is and all that….Just have some faith and leave a little love/review after reading :)
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Chandler slid slowly out of bed, careful not to wake the woman still asleep beside him. If he did, they would be forced to speak, and that would be breaking the silent rules they had been following. It was just sex. Just. Sex. Nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less. Just physical. Well, they actually hadn't spoken about it, but the fact that it was going unspoken lead him to believe that those were her thoughts as well as of that moment.
What else could this be, anyway? It was all far too complicated for them to be anything other than nothing at all.
He pulled his tshirt over his head, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing his jeans as well. He sighed, not looking forward to his short trek across the living room to the front door. There were only about twenty steps from the spot he stood in to his own front door, but those twenty steps could mean disaster if the other person in the apartment were to wake.
And so he counted his paces as he crossed the room, not even shutting her door tightly behind him, but leaving it open a crack. No one could wake up. If anyone woke up, that was the end of the magical-ness that surrounded…whatever the hell it was that was going on. If anyone else woke up, that could be the end of not only the two of them, but the six of them as they knew it. And so he held his breath as he turned the front door knob, opening and closing the door as quickly yet quietly as possible.
When he got to the hallway, he sighed in relief. Another night of success. However, tomorrow…
Tomorrow could always bring disaster.