"Kazz?" Matt whispers and his voice drowns in the heavy, humid air. Their bodies are tangled on the bed, half covered with dirty worn-out sheets; her leg is wrapped around his waist, her head is resting on his chest. Their breathing is synced and as they lie together in the summer afternoon their eyes meet. The purple velvet curtains are closed but the lazy sun rays poke through the holes and caress their naked bodies. They bathe in sunlight, the features of their faces softened by affection and passion and the rays of the dying sun.
The air is still; it is so quiet that they can hear each other's heartbeat. Karen nuzzles her nose in Matt's neck. He smells of sweat and Matt and she gently places a kiss behind his ear. Their faces are flushed, their breathing is hard. Behind closed doors and curtains, she is free to be his.
"Yes, Matt?" she whispers back, her voice muffled. She's still pressing her lips to his neck, tasting him, drinking him in, memorizing every inch of his body. He softly turns towards her, pressing his forehead to hers and his fingers draw circles all over her back. Her eyes are locked on his, their breaths mingle. They are one.
"I…" he leans forward, his lips brush hers and she melts.
"…love…" he pulls her in, locking his lips on hers in a breathtaking kiss.
"…you," he says, his lips still locked on hers.
Behind closed doors and curtains, their bodies tangled in the afternoon sun, hidden between the sheets, they share a secret. Their lips and bodies and souls are one.
"And I you," Karen answers and she rests her head on his chest once more. She falls asleep in his arms, legs and arms wrapped around him, and the rhythm of his heart is her lullaby.