na

buried in the pillow, my body sore

of soreness that reminds you e

ond, I do

still closed, hovering b

it hi

t n

r falling into my face, my hear

d, slowly, st

side of the

ets are

fway off the bed like they tr

s g

stop it. Not disappointment exactly

his hands, the heat, the way he pul

me, the way he w

until my throat burns, then I toss it across the room, it hits th

ogether,"

pushing yesterday's clothes o

I ignore it. I stand, stretching,

ay before going back," I tell myse

g at the wrecked bed, the creased sheets

rce mysel

fo

the o

ay to the

an's

bedside table, loud as

tling the glass surf

pounding. For a second,

breat

e

t that's been hauntin

ance

hanging off the bed from

tomach, her cheek tucked into my shoulder like

t of me wants to

, warm and real, her breathing steady,

gh the tightnes

f me. She sighs, rolls over

er for a sec

ery breath feels lik

e floor, the mess of a night that

e, shirt, belt, pant pulling

dressed, the roo

ing it shut so the latch

ll erase the fact that

e rings

head for the e

, his voice full of sleep and attitude. "Where the hel

like that

u find trouble or di

epping into

lashes thro

ing my name like i

back like she alre

," I say, even

than it

ian.

all you

he can drag anyth

rror-lined walls hair messed, collar wrinkled, eyes darker t

who crossed a line

ross it again if

or by floor, a thought sl

't have t

hell shouldn't

g isn't th

g that last night isn

disaster I know I won't

ow I want