She came to bed wearing the same blue button-down shirt John saw her
wearing at work this morning. “You looked nice at work today but now
you’re lying with me,” John said. She rolled up her sleeve and
showed John the Campbell red stain which ran up her forearm to her
bicep to places unknown. “I’ve imagined doing this with you,” John
said, freeing her hair out of the bun.
Emma held her arm up to John’s eyes. He looked, nodded. “My burns
are on the inside,” he told her. “I’ll never show you.” She pushed
him onto his back and kissed him. He touched her breasts through her
shirt, then sliding his right hand under the starched fabric to
massage her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t fall in
love with me,” he said when her breaths released quicker and she
started to push into him.
stayed in bed for a long while, until she came back. It took as long
as a series of knocks before John threw on some clothes and answered
the door. She stood on the porch.“It’s been a week and I’m not,” she
said. John opened the door and motioned her into the house.