All Good Things
I can’t help but grin as Gabriela tries to disentangle herself from me without waking me up.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and turn to steal a quick peck from her lips.
It’s Sunday morning and I know she’s off to mass again. For a few weeks she tried to convince me to come with her, but now she doesn’t ask anymore, she just tries to be quiet when she sneaks off.
Gabriela looks beautiful as she stands in front of the mirror, completely nude, brushing the tangles of last night’s passion out of her hair. I lean on my elbow just long enough to watch the switch of her hips as she makes her way to the shower. She closes the bathroom door and I flop my head back onto the pillow.
It’s mid-July and I’m beginning to worry. Gabriela and I have been shacked up for over a year now. The bu
