JOE AND I had a takeout dinner from Le Soleil and were in bed by ten. My eyes flew open at exactly 3:04, the digits1 projected on the ceiling keeping track of the time as my sickening night thoughts churned.
An image of Twilly’s sneer2 had awakened3 me, but his face dissolved, and in its place I saw the burned and twisted corpses4 on Claire’s table. And I remembered the dulled eyes of a young girl who’d been orphaned5 by a nameless teenage boy who might now be lying awake in his bed, planning another horror show.
How many more people would die before we found him?
Or would he beat us at this sick game?
I thought of the fire that had consumed my home, my possessions, my sense of security. And I thought about Joe, how much I loved Joe. I’d wanted him to move to San Francisco so that we could make a life together - and we were doing it through thick and thin. Why couldn’t I take him up on that big Italian wedding he’d proposed and maybe start a family?
I would be thirty-nine in a few months.
What was I waiting for?
I listened to Joe’s breathing, and in a while my rapid nightmare heart thuds slowed and I started drifting off. I turned away from Joe, gripped a pillow in my arms - and the mattress6 shifted as Joe turned toward me. He enfolded me in his arms, tucked his knees up behind mine.
“Bad dream?” he asked me.
“Uh-huh,” I said. “I forget the dream, but when I woke up, I thought about a lot of dead people.”
“Dead people in general? Or real dead people?”
“Real ones,” I said.
“Want to talk about it?”
“I would - but they’ve slunk back to the pit they came from. Hey, I’m sorry, Joe. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“It’s okay. Try to sleep.”
It took a second to understand that that was a dare.
Joe moved my hair away from the back of my neck and kissed me there. I gasped7, shocked at the charge that his soft kiss sent through my body.
I hadn’t expected to feel this tonight.
I rolled over, looked into Joe’s face, saw the glint of his smile by the soft blue light of the clock. I put my hands on his face and kissed him hard, searching for an answer I couldn’t find inside myself. He reached his arms around me, but I pushed them away.
“No,” I said. “Let me.”
I put all of my tormenting8 thoughts aside. I tugged9 off Joe’s boxers10, interlaced my fingers through his, pressed his hands against the pillows. He moaned as I lowered myself onto him and then I eased off, kissed him until he went crazy. Then I rode him, rode him, rode him, until he couldn’t wait another second - and neither could I. There was the undeniable pull of the undertow, before I was released by great cascading11 waves of pleasure.
I collapsed12 onto Joe’s chest, my knees still on either side of his body, my cheek resting over his pounding heart. He stroked my back and I told him I loved him. I remember him kissing my forehead, pulling the blanket up over my shoulders as I drifted off with him still inside me.
Oh, my God.
It was just so good with Joe.
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流注( cascade的现在分词 ); 大量落下; 大量垂悬; 梯流 | |
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