and i was kissing away the whisps of my last eighteen years under moonlight shadows casting shapes up and down our milky white skin. it was comfortable, being there. my legs tangled up into the spaces between yours. my head buried into your chest. Didnt matter how hot it was in that room. Ill never complain about you turning off the fan and bringing that ridiculous heater four feet away from the bed, then tucking us under a wool blanket. My skin may have been cascading with perspiration, but that was all irrelevant. tomorrow was coming far too soon.