flinch

The girl stared at the glass for a moment before picking it up by the stem and lifting it to her lips. She sipped it with a kiss. A light smear of lipstick remained on the glass as she set it on the table. Her eyes flickered for a moment, but locked on him again.

He saw the flicker. He wasn’t meant to, but he saw it and he felt himself slipping. He read everything into it, everything that was there and wasn’t. He saw the night disappear. He gripped his bottle of beer and swallowed. His eyes shut for a moment.

She watched him and sipped with a kiss again.

Her eyes didn’t flicker a second time.

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