Standing, half dressed, by the bed he turned his mobile on.

Pretending to sleep, her bare back urged his return.

The sheet clung to every curve of her naked body.

Putting his crisp black shirt on, he read his messages.

The loss had been hours ago, when he was preoccupied.

He cursed his absence.

He should have been with her.

He would go there now.

Leaving, he glanced back at his lover one more time.