You were supposed to have an answer.
I took a long sip, finished the bottle.
Closed my eyes and felt my head begin to spin in light circles.
I collapsed on the bed, lifted my arms behind my head,
Looked at the ceiling.
You put your hand on my stomach now stretched and exposed,
"You always finish before me."
"That's because you talk too much."
You finished your drink and laid down next to me.
But we didn't touch.
You watched me, I watched the ceiling.
We didn't touch.