Mystery

Certain things she said:

Tom. Oh.

I love this, don’t you love this?

Say you love me.

Yes, that. Do that some more.

I love the way—the way you fill me up.

Bite me. Bite me.

Oh, God.

Harder, yes, yes, yes …

Let’s roll over—

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Sweet baby—

Oh, my God, look at you! Put it, put it … yesss.

Tell me you love me.

—I love you.

Sarah’s head lay heavy on his chest. Whatever this was, it was good enough.