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She caressed the skin of her body with her soft sponge as she inhaled the sweet scent of mango and papaya. She sipped peacefully from her glass of rose as she admired the state of total serenity she was indulging in. As her eyes began to flutter closed, she was alerted by the sound of constant buzzing coming from her door intercom. She groaned as she hoisted herself from the bath, quickly dried her wet skin and hastily put on some underwear and wrapped her silk robe around herself. She padded barefoot across the wood flooring of her London flat towards her door. She looked at the monitor, there was nobody to be and spoke into the phone.

‘Who is it?’ she asked.

Suddenly the face of her best friend jumped up into view with a drunken grin. ‘It’s me!’

‘Ben! It’s nearly midnight! Are you drunk?’ she spoke into the phone.

‘Stop being a bitch and buzz me up.’ He slurred.

‘I’ll show you a bitch!’ she berated jokily.

‘I’m sorry love.’ He said, leaning against the wall where the camera was placed and sighing heavily. ‘She broke up with me.’

‘Oh babe, come up.’ She said buzzing him in and opening the door wide. Soon enough, he slumped into view with the sulking face of a child. As he laid eyes on her, his frown dissolved into a huge grin.

‘Beth! You’re here!’ He said excitedly while launching himself onto her for a hug.

‘Of course I’m here. I live here Ben, remember?’ she said smelling the alcohol on his breath.

‘I must admit that I’m a little bit drunk.’ He replied wrapping his arm around her and kissing on the cheek.

‘A little bit?’ she replied sarcastically and she half dragged him to the sofa.

‘Just a little bit.’ He said indicating with his fingers.

‘Stay here.’ she instructed as she walked into the kitchen with Ben in tow.  She turned and spotted him as he attempted to hide behind the counter. ‘I can see you, you absolute fool’ she said with a warm smile.

‘Dammit.’ He said sitting on a barstool with a grin.

‘Are you going to tell me what happened?’ she asked.

‘She apparently can’t be dating someone who loves somebody else.’ He replied with a drunken nonchalance.

‘That’s preposterous! Who does she think you’re in love with?’ she asked while putting the kettle on.

‘Fuck knows.’ He said shrugging. ‘She’s mental.’

‘She not mental! She’s just insecure, I don’t think you could have prevented this.’ She said with a sigh. ‘I’ll make you a cup of tea.’

‘I’m hungry’ he whined.

‘Fine, I’ll make you something but only because you’re drunk and we need to soak up that alcohol because you’re not throwing up in my bed, I’m not your wife.’ she replied gathering ingredients.

‘If my wife looks that sexy in a bathrobe then I’ll be a happy man.’ He said in a husky tone.

‘I’m sure she won’t be as accommodating when you pull her from the bath at a late hour.’ She replied with her back turned.

‘I’d be in there with her.’ He said with a smile.

‘Well you’re not getting in the bath with me so don’t even bother asking.’ She replied beginning to mix ingredients for pancakes. ‘It’s only because I like being cuddled and you’re happy to be the big spoon that I let you in my bed when you sleep over.’

‘It’s my pleasure.’ He replied cheekily.

He eyed her closely as he silently stood from his stool and crept across the room. He gently took her free arm, lifted it above her and twirled her delicate body around to face him.

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