Good (A Work of Fiction)
She sat between my legs at the head of my bed, and I hugged her close. The print of my thumb crossed the flesh of her stomach. “The Tonight Show” was on.
My eyes were closed so I never saw her, but I could still feel my heart skip a beat when she turned her head and kissed my cheek.
“I want to marry you some day,” she told me.
I rested my chin on her naked shoulder. She smelled like rosemary.
“Is it too soon to say that?”
“Probably,” I told her. “I haven’t shown you how much of a jackass I can be.”
“Come on, I’m serious!” She nudged me and I opened my eyes. Johnny’s monologue was almost over and I didn’t care.
“No, it wasn’t.” I said and softly kissed the nip of her neck. It wasn’t too soon at all.
She leaned her head back and said, “Good.”
