— “You Are My Sunshine” (traditional folk song)
Have you ever f****d your love goodbye?
Night has fallen. I’m on top of Kir, hands flat on his chest. I’m moving slow on purpose. His penthouse is dark except for the city through the windows. All those little lights scattered across the water. His hands are on my hips but he’s letting me lead, and I’m taking my time because I need to remember this.
The flat plane of his stomach.
The press of his thumbs into the divots above my hip bones.
That little sigh that leaves his lips when I sink all the way down onto him.
So many things I want to catalog to last me through the days and weeks and months ahead, because they’ll be sad and lonely and I’ll need some fire to keep me warm.
He doesn’t know any of that, of course. He thinks this is jus
