I left her skirt turned up over her knee and tried my best to clean the scrape without my hands shaking.
I remembered her skin.
The way it felt under my fingertips, my mouth, and my tongue.
Yeah, there was no way that I was getting up in the next half hour or so.
I was hard as a rock and with her sitting on my bed there was no way it was going to go back down.
I'd just opened the tube of antibiotic cream when I heard her voice.
"I didn't know you were here."
I nodded, trying to think of what I should say.
"I've been here for a couple of years now."
She nodded and I got to see her bite into the corner of her bottom lip.
That brought back memories.
The kind of memories when I'd chase that bite with my lips.
Before I could tell myself to shut the fuck up, I asked her the question that popped up in my head. "You still use that cherry lip thing?"
When I looked back up, she was staring at me, eyes wide, lips parted.
She'd looked like that the first time I'd kissed her.
A little bit like a rabbit staring down a wolf, but there was more than shock there. There was at least a little bit of heat.
"You... you remember my lip gloss?"
Oh, I remembered a lot about her.
The way her hair got lighter in the summer when she spent hours in the sun.
The way she smelled when I had her under me in my old Mustang with the passenger seat laid all the way back.
The taste of her on my fingers.
"Yeah," I had to clear my throat or risk that my voice might crack like a fucking kid, “it sometimes feels like I taste it on my lips.”
She tensed and pulled her leg off of mine so fast I almost worried she’d get a burn on her calf from my jeans.
Worried, I lifted my hands off of her, holding them a few inches away from where her leg had been.
She crossed her legs on the bed and used the edge of her skirt to cover her feet.
I let out a breath and kept myself from shaking my head.
I’d always liked her feet.
Holding them in my hands.
Rubbing the arch with my fingers.
I was going to end up fucking my hand sooner rather than later.
