The Rest of the Story

by Tal Bauer

I could smell him, and I was dizzy with his scent. I had a moment’s daydream, a flash of imagining so vivid and scorching it burned me. Shea with his head thrown back, throat arched, gasping my name. His hands tangled in my sheets, thighs quaking—

Shea’s smile went all down every one of my vertebra in slow motion.

He was gulping oxygen like he’d nearly drowned, and his fingers were embedded on my shoulders as if he could press his DNA into my molecules.