GAHRYE
When Kalle came out of the bathroom he was already sprawled on the bed, still fully clothed, one arm under his head, staring at the ceiling.
She hesitated, then tried to smile. Gahrye just patted the quilt next to him. "Come lay with me."
Kalle sighed, but crawled up onto the bed and nestled herself into his side, her head on his shoulder. He could feel the tension in her, smell the sadness and fear. But neither of them spoke. He didn't know how to start the conversation.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked quietly a moment later.
Ah, so that's how she meant to begin. Gahrye smiled and told her the truth. "Do you remember our first time?" His voice had gone rough with a combination of emotion and desire. Kalle went still, then leaned up on one elbow to look down on him, smiling.
His mind tipped back to that day, so long ago now, when he'd felt like all his dreams were coming true…
