You tell her, and she does it badly, and then well, and then she is not crying exactly but something near it.

MioneNot like that. Slower. I want to feel all of it. I have been sensible for a whole term.

The wet sheets come down off the line at some point and neither of you stops to fix them.

She comes with her teeth in your shoulder and her hands in her own hair, and swears into your collar afterwards.

MioneThat was not the water. I want that understood.