In simple terms? The overwhelming decision to explode and wither, all in one night.
Her hands around my wrists, neck, fingers on my waist.
Hair falls on my cheek, my stomach, thigh. Black strands against pale skin.
Studies the way my body rises. Muscles tense and flex, moved by chained breaths.
Fingertips write unknown words on my skin. Unspoken communication. Woman to woman.
I know you. I know how it feels.
Just one night, right?
We watched the moon together.
Bared our souls between drinks and rising anticipation.
I know you better than I know anyone.
Just one night?
Right.
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