You can’t take too much with you
219 Words
YOU CAN’T TAKE TOO MUCH WITH YOU
“How do you feel?” she asked out of the darkness.
“High and low and in between, just like you,” he whispered back, feeling her smile.
Every time they moved together again, a current ran through them like sheet lightning, getting stronger, ever stronger until it short-fused them both. Only to start up again. Electricity was a wonderful thing.
In the depths of their dusty bed, they raced the night away, in near silence. Words were getting in the way of things they had to say to each other.
He was getting lost in a late joint, in the smoothest skin he’d ever felt, lost in time that he couldn’t catch, couldn’t slow down. And he knew the devil never slept, that there would be another day, soon, with another agenda. He’d never met a girl who kissed so hard. He’d never been so scared of time passing.
He breathed in deeply. Afghani hash mingled with her smell and her perfume and the damp sheet they lay beneath. He slipped back into the present then, getting hard again, leaving all contemplation of the future behind him. f**k the devil, if she talked, walked, looked, and felt anything like this.
He heard a single sentence before he drifted off to sleep, the open road before him.
“Take me to India with you.”
Magic.
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