Time Check

Wearing nothing except traces of her on my thighs, I lean across a pillow and punch the 'OK' button on the center of her cell phone. The display lights up, and a digital number flashes in front of my eyes.

"Guess the time," I tell her.

"I don't want to know," she says, Southern accent lingering on the final "w."

"11:30."

She sighs contentedly, her eyes closed, holding onto the moment before she opens them again. She kisses me on the shoulder.

"I like it. So much."

I nod.

"Every time. This is getting ridiculous. We got in bed before 10."

She smiles. We kiss. And then again. She passes me a towel. I wipe clean, hit the lights, and sleep.

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