Forever friends

We're tight with Dorina. What gets me every time is her way of feeling things, the quick shifts of her mood, and that long blonde hair. At night my mind runs ahead. I picture my fingers climbing her spine, the nape of her neck warm under my palm, and then my mouth finding hers. Most nights, it stops there. Sometimes the dream leaks into the real room, and we actually move that way under the covers—skin to skin, slow, exact, nothing left out.