Tagged: Love (951)

He loves the smell of the air from her nostrils. He will do anything for her. Will you give me a bikini wax? she asks. Except that, he says.

He watched her lips moving. He heard random words. He had trouble following. And when she had stopped he stared at her and said, Pittsburgh.

They made out after she had applied her make-up. She had to reapply the make-up and he wanted to kiss her some more and she said, Not again.

She liked playing with his belly fat while they watched TV, a form of intimacy that left him bereft and insecure. So he stopped watching TV.

Waves crash at a safe distance. Cold foamy water washes over their feet. She sighs, taking it in. You totally need a pedicure, he tells her.

She rubs his belly and says, Make a wish, and he smiles at her and says, Done, and she looks into his eyes and says, Maybe make another one.

They sat next to each other, strangers living in their own worlds, and he fell asleep and when he woke she was smiling and she said, Thanks.