Easy Lover
He smells the sweet scent of her perfume. He senses the warmth of her body. He sees the light in her eyes. He feels the touch of her lips. He thinks of their first night together. He thinks of the night he willingly opened her door to face possible death. He still remembers the taste of the freshly baked cookie. He still remembers the smell of his own blood and gunpowder. He saw her almost fearful anticipation. He heard her silent scream. He felt the pleasure. He felt the pain. He sensed the guilt she always felt. He sensed the darkness that swallowed him. He almost laughs at their screwed-up relationship as her hands slide down his chest bravely. One more kiss. Then he can let go and walk away. One more night. Then he can move on and have no regrets. He closes his eyes and stops thinking. He gives in to the husky whisper in his head, and once again lets his heart and body take charge of everything.
He wakes up an hour before dawn. He allows himself to linger for a little while. He gently eases off the bed. He pulls the thin blanket over her naked body. He makes a phone call, takes a quick shower and gets dressed. He opens the door for Ramon, and places the sleepy hamster inside the brand new cage. He goes back into the small bedroom, kisses Stephanie goodbye, and leaves. He drives through the silent city, puts everything behind him, and concentrate on the task at hand. The fruity scent of her shower gel flows inside his Turbo.
And he can't help smiling.