the sticky sweetness of his breath pours over her like liquid on fire, she reaches, grasping his neck, slick and hot from sweat. she pulls him tighter, grabbing, willing him to stay. never move never leave.
but he has.
left his pretend for his real, leaving her with nothing to pretend.
she turns over, burying her face and body deeply into the still-drenched bed, but this vast space of cotton is her only reality…
until the liquid fire returns and they pretend once again.