she lay there. turned to her side, her hand underneath her cheek, she watches him sleep. she smiles.
the smell of him fills the room like a potpourri of sex. dirty boy things, socks and forgotten shoes, t-shirts never been washed, jeans in a ball.
this is it. that primal thing she read about, spoke about with knowledge, knowledge she didn't have. she felt it now. deep within her. a heat. a light. or both.