Perhaps They Could Work

SLC, Utah

 

When they got home and were finally lying in Lee’s old bedroom, Lee kissed her goodnight. One short kiss. Then two. Becca was so tired but for some reason, her body responded to the kiss and now, something that had lain dormant for several weeks, began to stir between them. Lee pulled away to fall back into bed, but she pulled him back, mouth open. His mouth opening. As if both of them had to remember how to kiss each other. Becca pulled away for a second to stare into Lee’s eyes—electric and excited, warm. She slipped her tongue back inside his mouth and wrapped her leg around Lee’s. They began to grind, pelvis to pelvis, clothes on, as if they were both back in high school. Lee lifted her shirt off and she felt the tingle of goosebumps trickle down her spine. Soon their clothes were off, and he was inside her. She felt good and close to Lee like never before. He came quick, apologizing. “Out of practice,” he said and lay beside her. Sweat caressing her body. Him breathing heavily. And Becca felt like the festering wound between them had begun to heal. Perhaps it could work. Perhaps they could work.