“For goodness sake, what now?”
“I think… I think I love you.”
“This again, Julian? Really? I’ve told you God knows how many times, you can’t possibly love me. You’ve only ever seen the back of my head.”
“Such a lovely head. The line where it joins your neck is deliciously curved. A perfect, heart-wrenching, arousing arc of gentle delicacy.”
“Oh, do sod off. Apart from anything else, I’ve not seen you at all. All I get hour after hour is an eyeful of Kevin’s backside. That’s not a sight that inspires heady thoughts of high emotion or, well, anything really. So let’s just get through the next few weeks as best we can. Once and for all, just drop this love nonsense, OK?
Silence save for the footsteps outside and the rumbling of traffic.
“Those shorts make your bum look huge.”
This is an entry for Angela Goff’s Visdare challenge.
150 words – or less, no erotica or graphic violence.