The End of June

Tonight he smelled like summer //beer and the light sheen of sweat on tan skin//.

He was asleep when I tiptoed into his bedroom, so asleep that he didn't stir even when I dropped my keys and crawled into bed beside him. He was warm, and I cried, and eventually the rise and fall of his chest calmed the thunderstorm inside me. I could see him struggling to wake up, open his eyes, and he squeezed my hand a little.

Later he held me close with both arms wrapped around me and wouldn't let me get out of bed when it was time.

I didn't even mind.