Skye sucks hard on my tongue, releases it and pulls back to bite my lip a little, then she falls back onto the bed, as she makes slow, invisible, slight snow angels against the black satin sheets. She twists towards me and closes her eyes.
"Are you tired?"
"Noo... watching a whole movie makes me kindof sleepy sometimes. Being with you makes me feel really relaxed, too, though..."
I pull her closer to me. "This is why I said I didn't feel like watching Scott Pilgrim vs. the World again."
She closes her eyes and I swirl my fingertips up and down, along her hourglass body, from her shoulders to her hips. "Mmm.. you know you love doing whatever with me."
"Yeah."
"Because I would rather spend my life, vacations in bed with you, like drunken summer kites," she whispers to me.
I laugh. "Do you always have a song stuck in your head?"
"Yeah." She mimics what I just said.
"If we wake at all, she sings to me..."
She smiles and presses herself closer to me.
"We should get Qdabo tomorrow."
"As long as it's not for breakfast... I hate mornings."
"Why?"
"Mornings are spent questioning all of my life choices. And it's too bright."
