close to blasphemy

Sex Solves All.

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything!” Marilyn spoke into her phone, sitting on a bench. She rolled her eyes at the friend on the other side of the line and stood up, turning to pick up her jacket and bumped into someone she guessed had been standing there a while. She hung up the phone and quickly spun to apologize. “Oh- oh I’m so sorry! I’m a little distracted today- I’m sorry!” She said sweetly to the tall stranger, her hand resting lightly on the arm of the mans leather jacket- nearly swooning when he turned to look at her.

(I hope it’s okay I started this shitty starter. Haha I’ve been dying to write with you.)