Christ. What are you doing?

leaning against a kitchen counter he looked left

                                                  she stood at its threshold bundledup in the bed looking like a Wookiee

he smiled

Don’t you laugh at medon’t you dare it’s freakin’ cold.

Not in bed as I said as youre proving

                                           Watchin the steam cominoff the coffeemaker

Fascinating

             Same kind of fascination one enjoys while watching logs burn in a fireplace

Well have coffee inside five

Go back to bed  Ill bring you your coffee

It’s cold.

Suns climbing the sky Itll warm

You’re not turning on the heat?

No

You won’t turn it on for me?

No

Not for me.

Not for anyone

                 I told ya wha youd have to brave

What if I said I was dressing and going home?

Want me to bring your coffee to your place

   You’re not kidding.

You know me better thantha

   Ill bring your coffee to bed we can cuddle  Ill warm ya

And if I put my cold feet on your belly?

Ill warmem

I’m not bluffing.

I know you better thantha

Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit.

Three letters

               Ill guess Y and   E  an S   Be right there

You’re such a fuck.

Yes

     Were good together

Head in right there

You ain’t all that mister.

Though apparently enoughGo

sighed  shuffled into and down the hall

   Kiddo he thought  shes an awfully good sport

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