“It hurts right here.”
She was clawing the side of her chest, pressing the edge of her nails into the moist space where my lips had just been.
“Because I kissed you?” I asked, puzzled.
“Yes, where you kissed me. And it hurts because you stopped kissing me.”
I smiled, straddled her again, and, looking straight into her eyes, replied, “Well, let me make it feel better than…”