#Sticky

One hundred words of flash, inspired by… well. –M

Awakening to you wrapped in my arms, ass pressed frimly back against my cock, the morning air redolent of comingled sex. Dried fluids, mine and yours, have glued us together in the night, leaving skin tacky, clingy. I want to stay, but the clockface scowls unforgivingly. I free my arm to turn off the music, and it’s like uprooting a ivy. I must literally peel myself off you to to stagger to the washroom. You murmur and settle deeper into the sheets, cocooned by them now, instead of me. I don’t look back. That would be my undoing.