Ruby
He hasn't gone home, and I haven't wanted him to. We've been sitting on my back porch, watching the sun come up, talking about everything and nothing at all. Truth be told, I keep trying to come up with questions to keep him here. I don't want this night to end, don't want to let him go.
“You want kids?" I ask him, pulling a blanket around my shoulders that I went to get an hour and a half ago once it got too cold. My legs are in his lap and he's still playing with the rip in my thigh. He hasn't stopped doing it since we sat down, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling it in every part of my body. Each time he makes a trip forward and back, my n*****s peak and my core throbs.
“At least two, probably three or four, if I'm given a chance. I want a family, something I didn't have
