Afterglow


He's lying next to me, his thigh across mine, his head on my shoulder, his hand on my chest.

"Trip?"

He lifts his head and blinds me with his bright glow.

"What changed?"

"After that fight, I made it difficult for ya’.  And you were so … professional.  Then in De-con, I began to wonder, when I touched you."

"And now you know?" 

“I’m not sure….”

A flicker of fear.

“I think there’s more to learn….”

His finger lazily circles my nipple.

Fear metamorphoses into desire.

“You’re a great teacher.” 

His hand is sliding downwards.

“An’ I’m a curious man.”