They lied there.

With words and with laughter and with silence. She looked into his eyes and at his lips, watching and listening as he spoke, taking in as much of him as she could.

She liked the sound of his voice and the sensation of his fingers moving back and forth against the skin of her leg. He smelled nice and he felt nice and she was comfortable and happy.

She almost forgot that it all meant nothing.

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