Last Light

by Claire Kent

a man has a woman willin’ to put her mouth on him and he whines about her techniques, then he don’t deserve her at all.” He reaches down to hold my head with both his hands. “You do anythin’ you want. Anythin’ that feels right to you.”

I don’t even think about it. His ass is simply irresistible. I give it a little swat.

Wanna make sure I’m treatin’ you right.” I reach up to stroke his face with both hands. “Travis, you are treating me right. You always treat me right. I’ve never met anyone who’s treated me better.” “Good.” He pauses. Then mumbles, “Same here.”

“I thought I was going to lose you.” He tilts his head down and rubs his cheek against mine. His bristles are scratchy. “I thought I was gonna lose everythin’.”

It matters—even at the end of the world. Doing right by the people you love. I’ll hold on to him tonight. And I’ll let him go tomorrow.

If I want you and the dog in here with me, I should be able to have you.” Travis sounds rather bad-tempered, and it makes me smile.

“You already knew how I feel ’bout you, didn’t you?” “No! Of course I didn’t know. Why would I have known?” “Thought it was obvious. Been crazy ’bout you for ages.”