“No I don’t. I have had training for sleep depravation…I can go for a week without it.’

“You are one of a kind aren’t you?”

Somehow I was sitting at the foot of her bed. Carmen was sitting up in her bed, her hair hanging loose and free on her shoulders. Or she was trying to seduce me. It is so working. She is talking….

“You know Shane, its uncomforting to remember how I use to love a good fuck every once in while….”

Ok.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

“Yes you do…but I won’t push you. I just think that it is something you should experience, it would be so……..”

Distracting. Heavy. Enticing. Sweaty. Devastating. I could pick any of those words to chime in with…instead I say nothing.

“If you are going to leave, if maybe somehow we are going to die, if this is the last moments we are going to spend on this planet, don’t you think you should see what all the fuss is about?”

She crawls up from behind. The weight of her on my back. Making my head swim in her scent she is that close. Her lips kiss that part of my neck just under my hairline, I move my head to side then back again it feels that good. Licking my lips swallowing hard, breathing heavy just from those lips on my neck.

“How does that feel?” She whispers in my hair.

“…….um……what?”

“Nothing.” She goes back to kissing the back of my neck. She is careful around the band aid on the lower part of my neck. Her hands mess up my hair. My hands are sweaty and shaking I am that nervous. I make a move to get up but she holds me there with some strong hands. “You are not getting away that easy………” I really don’t know what to say to that. My mind is trying to find a way out this, I feel that on edge.

“Carmen…..pleases….stop…”

‘I can feel it in you Shane….you don’t want me to stop.”

She has my t-shirt over my head; her fingertips graze the stitches on my side. And it still feels good. Her fingertips move over scars, the viper bite, the gunshot wound, fuck…….ok. I can focus. And …..What was I saying?