She once said to me, “I have slept with much worse than a broken leg.”
I felt like she was running out of things to say,
so I let her have the laugh.
Nothing in what she said actually defined her character. I would even be shocked to hear that she had sex prior to that moment. Something in her body movement said she was too uncomfortable with it to have someone’s hands on it.
“I at least hope they didn’t keep you up all night.”
We were light on conversation before she passed out.
She was as soft as a whisper on my lips.
I left a kiss on her forehead and shut the door softly.