By ten o’clock, Frances was exhausted and a little tipsy. I gave her one of my t-shirts, and she brushed her teeth in the minuscule bathroom of the trailer. Then, I offered to take the couch. Wide eyes looked at me with surprise.
— “Why ?”
— “Because you’re the lady”
… and I didn’t want to push her right now. A sad smile answered my jab.
— “No, I mean. We slept together last night. I’d rather cuddle next to you, if you don’t mind”
The sun had set a long time ago, and in the dim light of the trailer, an intimate mood settled in.
— “I’ll be glad to”, I whispered.
On a whim, I pulled her to me and kissed her temple. She melted against my chest, but didn’t shed anymore tears. Good. We settled into bed with such ease, such normalcy that I wondered if we’d been lovers in anoth
