The Grim Room

CHAPTER 33 and 34

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This time Rebecca was wearing a new white dress, long, covering her knees. She wore new makeup. Her red flame hair was up in a bun, tight. She smelled like a flower in early San Francisco spring. Everything inside of Chris loosened up. He no longer felt tough or mean or revengeful. She softened it all. He was reduced to a puddle of love for her. He would do anything for Rebecca.

Chris stepped inside her studio. They hugged. He could smell her pungent perfume, the chemical reek of “girl.” He loved it. He held onto her small, hard frame. Jesus: he was so horny. Over two damn years since he had sex, well, technically it hadn’t been that long at all, but this was no time to think about…that night. But it was so much more than that. His hands started to move down her hips. She grabbed his arms.

“Christopher. We had a deal, remember?”

            Rebecca toured him around the apartment. She showed him everything, her kitchen where she and Alison drank so muc…