The Opiate, Fall Vol. 7
Sebastian’s Babylon, Chapter 7 Daniel Ryan Adler
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exi waited in her favorite cafe as she sipped idly at her iced latte, the caffeine making her heart pound, or maybe she was nervous to see Dominic after so many weeks. Even if he didn’t have a big dick, he made good money as an art director at Ogilvy. She was still out of his league— his nose was crooked and he was uncontrollable when drunk, given as he was to addiction, which did turn her on at first, especially when she found out it was heroin, but now it was mostly his tattoos, his money and the tattoos. Sebastian on the other hand was a little clingy, but hey, a free trip to Venice? And sleeping with two guys at once was empowering, especially since she was young and beautiful; why not enjoy herself ? If Dominic had another girl she’d be less beautiful, and he didn’t, based on the disappointment in his
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face when she said she’d be away for two weeks. She supposed she shouldn’t be too mad at him for keeping her waiting since she always prided herself on being fashionably late, but five minutes later she gathered her bag and started to text him that something came up when she heard his jangling bracelets and stood to smell the sunflowers in his hands. They hugged and he leaned down to kiss her lips. She pushed her hair aside to expose her neck as he sat across from her and they circled through the kind of conversation that brings lovers up to speed after nearly three weeks of separation. They decided to eat and left the bouquet on their table while they ordered sandwiches at the counter. Dominic didn’t have to ask the barista what was good on the menu,
