The Last Song

He drove into me again—hard, and I felt it everywhere: in my spine, in my ribs, in the way my hands clutched the sheets like they were all that tethered me to the earth. But then I did something different. I pushed up—pressed back into him—until I could reach around and curl an arm behind his neck. My body arched into his, and I kissed him so hard our teeth clicked.

And then I asked, “What do you want?”

His eyes flickered. His voice dropped. “I want to feel you.”