they were kissing.
she had pushed him pushed
against the wall, kissing him
so softly that he could barely
feel her lips.
he was kissing her like it
was the last time he would ever
do so.
he pulled away. "are you okay?"
she nodded, but she knew it wasn't
very convincing. "sorry for showing
up to your house at 1 a.m."
he sat her down in the kitchen with a
cup of tea, draping a warm blanket
around her shoulders.
her mother used to make her
chamomile when virginia couldn't
sleep.
"what's wrong?" he sat across from her.
she told the truth.
