Karl
We were back in shitty motels with bad sheets. Jassy and I had both petitioned Claire for something a little ritzier for our first night together, but it really didn't matter in the end. The scratchy cloth of the linens and covers might as well have been silk for all we cared as we lay beneath them, naked and covered in sweat.
“Goddamn I missed you,” I said as I stroked Jassy's face. “Every night, every morning. I couldn't think of anything else.”
She leaned in, kissed me, and grinned. “I took up reading books on old wars to try and get you out of my mind.”
“Old war books, huh? Did General Sherman's march to the sea make you forget me?”
“Not for a second,” she replied. “Now, D-Day and the beaches of Normandy, though . . .”
I pulled her in and kissed her again, over and over. “Ho
