After they had not made love she pulled the sheet up over her eyes until he was buttoning his shirt: not shyness for their bodies- those they had willingly displayed- but a frail endeavour to apologise.
Later, though, drawn together by a distaste for such 'untidy ends' they agreed to meet again; whereupon they giggled, reminisced, held hands as though what they had made was love- and not that happier outcome- friends.
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