Don’t think that I can take another empty moment
Don’t think that I can fake another hollow smile
It’s not enough just to be lonely
Don’t think that I could take another talk about it

Chapter 1

Saturday morning.
Tina woke up aroused and frustrated. She rolled over towards the warm body sharing her bed, but the soft snores confirmed that was not where she would be finding her release. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling as the morning light poured in through the window, creating soft shadows around the room. Cursing softly, she threw the sheets off her body and got out of bed, making her way to the bathroom as quietly as she could. She slipped out of her PJ’s and stepped into the stream of warm water, allowing the heat and pressure to massage some of the tension away from her neck and back before she slipped her hand between her tender folds, bringing herself to orgasm within moments; she came silently, an expert after months of having to satisfy herself.

She finished her shower and stepped out, reaching for a towel to dry her body before wrapping up her wet hair. She moisturised her face and then her arms and legs as she waited for the fog to clear from the mirror; then she blow dried her blonde tresses into their natural, gentle waves. Dressed only in her bathrobe, she padded her way to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and two slices of buttered toast, before taking her breakfast outside to the balcony.

40 minutes later, only crumbs remained on her plate and she was onto her second cup of coffee when she heard movements within the apartment. She sighed and stood up, returning inside, bracing herself for the weekend.

Eric ambled into the kitchen in his boxers, his hair tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Morning babe.”

“Morning, want some coffee?” Tina placed her plate in the sink and retrieved a mug from the cabinet for Eric.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in sec, I’m just going to grab a shower.”

Tina poured a mug of coffee for him, adding milk and sugar, leaving it on the kitchen bench and walking back to the bedroom to get dressed. She had pulled on a pair of dark, fitted jeans and was trying to choose the right top when she felt Eric’s hands on her waist, his breath on her neck before he placed a kiss behind her ear.