Saturday, May 1


We make love three times, and we sleep through the sunrise for the first time in months. I wake up aching and exhausted with his arms around me. "You all right?" he asks, and I smile. In the mirror I see he's left his mark, dark bruises the shape of his mouth. "Ily," he says, and sneaks by me in black jeans.

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