she stops, wide-eyed, caught in the act, and says, “you always come in at the worst times.”
the boy beneath her struggles to sit up, face flushed.
he stands at the door, mouth parted, says, “or are they the best times?”
she stops, wide-eyed, caught in the act, and says, “you always come in at the worst times.”
the boy beneath her struggles to sit up, face flushed.
he stands at the door, mouth parted, says, “or are they the best times?”
