Stay

The sex was incidental, compared to what happened next. Compared to what happened when I put on my clothes and said I was going to leave, and he said with his hands, stay. He stroked my hair and the feeling of his palm on my forehead said, stay. He ran his fingers across my arms, down my back, behind my ears, over my knuckles, as if he might only have this chance to touch these parts of me, as if this might be the last time and he would have to remember it all in case I disappeared and he had to reconstruct me, and his fingers running across my electric skin said, stay.

Stay

The sex was incidental, compared to what happened next. Compared to what happened when I put on my clothes and said I was going to leave, and he said with his hands, stay. He stroked my hair and the feeling of his palm on my forehead said, stay. He ran his fingers across my arms, down my back, behind my ears, over my knuckles, as if he might only have this chance to touch these parts of me, as if this might be the last time and he would have to remember it all in case I disappeared and he had to reconstruct me, and his fingers running across my electric skin said, stay.

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