Shh. Don't say a word. This is us. Just us. Our little secret. Resisting, craving, denying each other. The harder we push against the need, the greater it comes rushing back, like heavy waves against a tamed shore.

So we end up with my back on a wall and your body on me, driving, triumphant. So we end up under the sheets, touching without taking, then taking without thinking. So we end.