his last

he told me he would leave for the party he said he felt bad about it and asked me i told him to go or stay, it didn't matter i had to sleep at some point anyway but he stayed not for me or because not for the night, wet and silent beyond the big window he stayed for his own pleasure for a piece of him that was already mine and enjoyed as i did when he collected his clothes embarrassed by his pettiness by the look of me sate (...)