Motel Nowhere

[Oriena]

Oriena watched him with the unguarded gaze of a predator, and did not move from her perch. Shadows flitted across her expression. She’d given Nox the opportunity to have fun with her, no strings, and his breach of those self-proclaimed “rules” while they were still in the car did little to endear him to her changeable mood. The indifference of it bothered her, so much so she could feel it rising hot in her blood as she drew that dividing line in her mind.

“Is that what you think?” She laughed a little, uncapped one of the proffered bottles, and took a draw without looking to see what it was. Meanwhile he ate with the mechanical studiousness of need. His words by now fluttered past her unheeded. Nox would always strive to do the right thing, of that she could be assured. He threw promises around like loose change. But the truth was he couldn’t help her. She was way fucking beyond it.

She slipped down from the counter, leaned over where he sat so her breath was hot in his ear and her arms wrapped a languid mockery of intimacy. “Deny what you are and you’ll just keep breaking everything you touch. I think you know that. A different fuck every night? Girls always, of course, so you don’t catch feelings. How long before it destroys you, that soulless life?” She paused only long enough to let the bite of the truth sink in before she added, low and malicious: “He won’t ever accept you. No matter how long you wait for him.”