"You're right. Actually dropping the soap is only half as hot as it sounds." Which is to say, negative levels of hot.
John wraps an arm around her, pulling her back down onto the bed with him. Kissing her back. Needy, and more than a little desperate. Everything he can't say with words, the loneliness, and the hurt, communicated with his lips.
He doesn't know if he'll get over Poe. He doesn't know if he'll ever want to try for something close to a relationship again. All he knows right now is that Alex is here, and she's kind, and she's warm, and he needs her. He's grateful she's here.
John can't say it, but he can show his appreciation in other ways.
NP! Let's call it fin with this happy ending
John wraps an arm around her, pulling her back down onto the bed with him. Kissing her back. Needy, and more than a little desperate. Everything he can't say with words, the loneliness, and the hurt, communicated with his lips.
He doesn't know if he'll get over Poe. He doesn't know if he'll ever want to try for something close to a relationship again. All he knows right now is that Alex is here, and she's kind, and she's warm, and he needs her. He's grateful she's here.
John can't say it, but he can show his appreciation in other ways.
"Sex it is."