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Her blouse is crumpled on the floor by the front door, and she can feel a heat finding her cheeks at the evidence of how quickly he’d gotten it off her, and, somehow worse, how many times he must’ve walked past it this morning. She can almost see it, that smug look on his face as he strolled by the mess of her clothes in his otherwise meticulous apartment, and just. It’s fine, Beth decides, grabbing her blouse off the floor, tugging it quickly over her shoulders. They’re both adults, she thinks, hands reaching for her buttons, they are mature divorcees (is he divorced? Was he ever even married?) engaging in - - in - - Beth pauses, looking down, and her eyes flutter shut in something like mortification.
All of the buttons barring the two at the top she never does up are gone, tiny, torn threads left in their place. The stark memory of him tearing her shirt open, buttons shattering across the floor like confetti suddenly alive in her head, and great, she thinks. Perfect. She’s stuck in his loft without her car and no shirt she can wear home.
Just.
Great.
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Beth and Rio have sex in his closet. That's it. That's the plot.