Enough of me for you
It's late.
Probably somewhere past midnight, but she hasn't really noticed the moon's movement. Normally, after a good screw she falls right to sleep, but she's lying there instead, smelling Sam's skin and listening to him breathe as the night wears in.
So she lies still and lets time pass.
She can't even remember what month it is anymore.
Probably somewhere past midnight, but she hasn't really noticed the moon's movement. Normally, after a good screw she falls right to sleep, but she's lying there instead, smelling Sam's skin and listening to him breathe as the night wears in.
So she lies still and lets time pass.
She can't even remember what month it is anymore.