"She dealt with it, as long as I was in school and he wasn’t hurting me… she was fine...When I was 14 she died, they said it was an overdose, but if you believe that, you’d believe anything, she wouldn’t even take a cold compress for a migraine" A soft chuckle, laced with loss, falls from her lips.
So many questions thunder through my mind, the noise is unbearable. Lost in thought I don’t hear her footsteps. Her arms snake around my waist and feather light kisses spill across my bare shoulders. “Don’t!” I warn.
She stills immediately and retreats to the breakfast bar. “I know you’re angry, I never meant last night to happen. I shouldn’t have come tonight”
Her heels clack onto the road as she makes her way back to me. I feel shy as she approaches, but I know I want her closer. She takes my hand and entwines her elegant fingers around mine. She whispers that she’s sorry, I shake my head and silence her with my kisses. Deep. Slow. Searching.