He woke up on top of her, feeling the warmth of her sighing beneath him. He started, suddenly wondering how all this had come to pass. Then it began to clear. She’d given him a drink. He’d fallen down. She helped him up and into the bathroom. He fell again and she wedged her hip in between his jaw and the porcelain commode. His hand fell on her breast and she levered him back to his feet. He started to stagger backwards, and crashed onto the bedroom floor, pulling her down on top of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the brief moment between conscious actions, she felt him relax; relaxed herself. And, since their faces were in close proximity, they kissed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“You see, it is just a game,” she told him into his ear.<\/p>\n\n\n
Photo by Becca Tapert<\/a> on Unsplash<\/a><\/span>.<\/p>\n\n