Her room is two floors up and she takes the stairs, and you walk beside her, and neither of you offers anything.

The leg leans against the nightstand. The lamp is on and the window is dark.

JuneI don't take it off for everyone.

She's out of the work shirt before you've finished shutting the door. Her bra follows it to the floor.

You kiss her sitting down, which is easier, and then she gets a hand into your trousers and the easier stops mattering.

She says a name that isn't yours, once, and then corrects herself against your mouth, and laughs, and doesn't stop.