A darker spiral
We curled up in his tiny bed, taking joy in each other's company as we finally fell asleep. It was a moment of peace I hadn't had in a while. Most of the sex I had since Drew and I split was meaningless… Well, all of it, actually. Some of it for work, some of it for fun, but none of it for love. This hit differently.
The next morning was a reality check. I examined Drew as he slept; he had changed over the last few months, his facial hair overgrown, and not neatly kept like I was used to. And he seemed to have given up on his exercise routine, not that it bothered me. He was still amazingly sexy; I got a new appreciation for his body. He seemed more human like this; somehow, it made me feel better about myself.
