Your teeth were hard on the sensitive skin of my wrist. A shiver ran through my body at the sensation and my breath caught. The wrist offered as a subsitute to save your bitten knuckles. The taste of gin was sharp when your lips moved to mine — the tension you’d been holding finding a release. We stumbled inside, fumbling with lights and locks and stairs until you just picked me up and carried me to your room.
We barely slept and when we did our sheet-covered bodies were pressed together. You were so kind. When the roar of the motorcycle jolted me awake, you covered my ears and I sank back, comforted and content with you next to me. And then you were gone. As suddenly as it had started it was over.
