The light from the street lamp outside leaking through your match stick blinds, reflecting in your brown eyes, two deep auburn candles and your arm around my shoulder. We were used up, anything more was beyond us. Your candle burned on, but your breath was finally slowing, and you whispered in my ear, "That was totally unexpected, and totally pleasurable!"
And Christine was sound asleep in my bedroom, just ten feet below us.
And I've never regretted one second of that night....
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