Maybe in A Couple of Years

It was winter. Dirty snow linked the parking lot of the 7-Eleven where we bought papers to roll joints. As we leaned against the car I could feel the cold spreading through my body from the sides of my feet.

He exhaled purposefully onto me, his cloud of hot breath drifting toward me.

I took my hands out of my gloves and put them under his shirt, finding my way to his chest. He winced and the smiled at me.

"I'm just here to warm your extremities, aren't I?" he said.

"Maybe," I said grinning.