"25's and the Royal Blues"

25. Over

He slides out of me, and falls next to me. I stare at the ceiling, breathless. He is too, panting next to me, and I feel his hand slide onto my skin.

I turn my back to him. I don't want him to see. Whatever preoccupation I might have had before is gone. I want to hide, from him, from everything.

He does something nobody but Ginger did. He embraces me. His body presses against mine, now full of affection, and I feel his breath against my back – his chest expanding and contracting.

"You know... maybe I do think of you that way." He says.

And then it's over.