He lay on his side in the bed, upper torso almost naked, wrapped in the sheets, scrolling on his phone. Straightening herself from unpacking, she walked over to where he was.
“I’ll go take a shower first.”
In response, he reached out and pulled her into bed and his arms. She gasped as she landed in his encircling warmth.
“I haven’t showered in a day… that’s unacceptable… I need to take a shower.”
“Okay… go shower.”
He loosened his embrace and for a moment she was uncaged. She remained where she was, gazing into his face, and his lips, corners curled in a slight smile.
Then, she leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, feeling the soft bristles above his upper lip as his tongue met hers and his lower lip, full against hers.
His arms came around her again as he smiled at her surprised gasp.
“You’ve had your chance.”
And then they were inseparable.
His arms were around her, maybe hers around him then… were his lips on hers or did they rove down her neck? She might have trailed her moist tongue down his chest, breathing warmth as she went…
Like each time in the past, she could not remember.
All she remembered that afternoon was the window was all along open, behind the facade of white curtains. And she blushed when he teased her about how everyone would have heard.
She could not remember.
But she would not forget.
Awl and Scribe 