Single Defense

Jacob took a sip from his beer and leaned back against the head of his bed. The pitch-black room used to relax him, but it never would again. His girlfriend, Sandy, slept next to him, her body curled into a ball, facing away. The strap on her top hung off her shoulder, leaving it exposed. Sandy had moved in a month ago, but Jacob still wasn’t used to sleeping on half of his own bed. He nudged her with his hips, but her body lay solid. He took a drag of his cigarette and then snubbed it out in the ashtray on his end table. The room was dark, but Jacob knew he could feel his way out of the bedroom in record time if needed to.

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