“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
