Autumn Leaves

No regret

'Wow. I-I'm. Really?'

'Nope.'

'What?'

'I done did trick y'all.'

'Loki, you are the biggest wanker I've ever met.'

'Love you too.'

Savannah slapped him upside the head, and stormed out. Then she stormed back in.

'Back already? Have you come to grovel for forgiveness?'

'No, it's just my room.'

'Mine now.'

'Then you won't mind if I set fire to your bed?'

'What?'

'If I set fire to your bed, would you mind?'

'Of course I would.'

'Then stop being such a big-headed, egotistical shit-face.'

'Shit-face?'

'Yes. A fucking shit-face.'

'What's that?'

'You.'

'You love me really, babe,' he drawled, 'Come back to bed.'

And then she punched him in the stomach.

This time, she didn't look back over her shoulder.

This time, there was no regret.