A Broken Sixpence 9/?
Wine and nine.
“You have a lovely odour Mr. Miles. Now put this crisp and fragrant new shirt on before the shop girl rings the coppers about you fucking me, in the changing room.” His gaze flicked from the curve of Miles’s back to the mirror. “We still have wine to buy, and I need to wash my hair before you parade me about on the town”.
Stunned, Miles met Alex’s assured gaze in the mirror.
“Errr yes we do, the wine and the ermmm….”
“Your new shirt ?” Alex arched an eyebrow back at him.
“Yeah, my shirt and just what the actual FUCK are you doing ?”
*Helping you get a move on”, Alex broke their reflected connection off, and moving off, flicked a V from the other side of the curtain.