Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
He lay back on the bed, a light sheen of sweat covering him. The room was warm, very warm, and the … exercise … had only made it warmer. He watched the ceiling fan as it made lazy circles above the bed, doing little to cool the room off, but providing an ambience that Francine had apparently found very arousing. A smile touched the corners of his mouth as he turned on his side to look at Francine.
Long dark hair framed an oval, expressive face. Her long eye lashes highlighted the deep green eyes and high cheekbones that he found so appealing. And her lips, warm, soft and the hint of apple from her lip gloss made her taste so inviting. She looked so innocent, so pure, but when she got wound up the words and sounds coming out of that pert mouth made him harden with excitement.
It had been a spur of the moment decision. He had been stood up and as had she. They talked, found a number of things in common and decided that maybe it had been a good thing that they had been stood up. The night had gone well and when she invited him back to her place he smiled and just nipped at her earlobe. The moment they had entered her apartment she ripped the clothes off him and took control. He let her. She could have her illusion of control, but he knew who was really in charge.
The evening went well, as did the early morning, but it was time to go. It was too bad, though, as he really had liked her. She had a sharp wit and ready comeback for any comment. But he really couldn’t let her talk about what had happened, about anything that he had said.
He took one last look at that mouth that would never say another word again and gave her a brief kiss, her body already cooling off even in the heat of the room. The bruising on her neck marred an otherwise perfect body. He had to go before someone noticed her missing. He gathered up his clothes and without another glance left her behind.
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