Backstage with Hope

The day slipped away in her apartment. We fucked like we’d always known each other that way, limbs slack and lazy with trust. Her cunt surprised me—opened easy when I pressed four fingers in, then my whole hand slipped past the knuckle without fight. She just sighed, stretched around my wrist like nothing to it. Afterward, I lay there half-dazed and promised I’d hunt flats with her. Neither of us knew what that might mean later, only that we’d keep tasting the same easy heat whenever we wanted.