The night was old, but her plight quite young. She sat right under the exit sign, drinking a fifth, holding it like a song.
He reached out to her, his voice holding no ill.
“You know, you could stay the night at my place.”
She winked. “My place is better... unless you beg me to.”
They darted through her door, not sure who wanted who.
She stood before him, her thin straps undone.
When his eyes got stuck to her breast, she played it off and touched her neck.
They woke up half alone to go again.
Not knowing if they would find someone new to love.
Or at least, someone close enough.
💭 A Question for You
Have you ever found yourself in a moment like this — where connection felt both urgent and fleeting?