I arrived back at the office to pick up my stuff two hours after my evening run. Central London was muggy tonight, and I’d never really managed to bring my body temperature back down to its resting level. The ten-minute hop on the Tube from Hyde Park to Holborn had only made matters worse.
I deactivated the burglar alarm and quickly gathered my things. The office was mercifully cool. I fought the urge to linger, allowing myself only to gulp down a glass of water and strip off my cotton t-shirt. As I walked from my desk back to the front door, the air seemed to kiss my skin.
It was only when I got in the lift that I noticed myself in the mirrors. Pale and sweaty, but happy too. The sort of exhausted satisfaction that can become addictive very quickly. I also became aware of how sexual I felt, exposed like that and reflected all around the tiny room. Of how much I wanted to be seen.
Of that sudden, slightly unsettling rush of lust, which sweeps away tiredness and leaves only fidgety hunger in its wake.
I like that feeling.
** And yes, this is mainly just a shameless way of plugging my marathon sponsorship page in a shorter post! It’s for a really brilliant cause though, and one I feel great about promoting here. Shelter do great work – click here to help them do even more of it in the future. **