She looks over her shoulder, smiling at him. Dark, dark eyes, white, white skin.
She stood and threw her arms around his neck. "I've missed you so."
Upstairs they sit side by side. He had wanted this. "You didn't go out, did you? You promised me. Matt is dead."
"Haven't we wasted enough time talking about him?' She pushes him back on the couch and throws a cold leg over his body.
Cold leg, cold hands on his face, cold lips on his mouth. He wants to refuse that tongue it lays like a long dead thing in his mouth.