Ada was still with Kyle, enjoying her moment with him. Everyone was fast asleep but she isn’t. Kyle has just interrupted her like always.
She whispered, “Let’s make this one last happy farewell sex.” She spread her legs under the sheets.
Kyle turned his head so his cheek was flat against her.
He reached under her back to smooth out broken stems. For an instant, he felt her feel his body, felt her register him, his inner sounds, the outer wave of them pressing toward her. And then they both fell into their own urgencies, overlapping disturbances, like waves from separate storms, at first damping, then amplifying each other.
They lay still in their pit of the candlelight. Her cheek moved against his. He had no idea what her expression was now — maybe smiling, maybe recovering herself t
