Afterwards, they lay next to each other in her tiny twin bed, breathing heavily. He reached over to the nightstand to clean up with a tissue he pulled from the box there. Vanessa turned on her side, her back to him now. He rolled over behind her and curled an arm around her tummy, pressing his face into her shoulder, smelling her dark hair.
Suddenly, the room was filled with light, sound. The blinds rattled against the windowpane, sending scattered moonlight all around. Usnavi lifted his head and asked, bewildered, "What was that?"
"The train." He felt her shrug. "If it bothers you, you can leave. I don't mind. I'm moving soon, anyway, and I-"
"Shh." He settled against her again, tightening his hold. "It doesn't bother me."
Vanessa smiled.