the party

She always dressed for the parties. This time, she came in a shawl, and she danced. Lord, did she dance. He spent most of that party just watching her. It was, after all, after she’d told him she didn’t need him, couldn’t want him; it was over. He didn’t believe her. It was easier that way, he says. It was late, too late, really, when he finally asked her to dance. She said yes. So, they danced. Lord, did they dance. He pulled her close, too close, really, and felt her heat. She pulled him close, much too close, of course, and kissed his neck. He still feels that closeness; he still knows that kiss. She says it was nothing. He doesn’t believe her, of course. He won’t. It’s easier, that way, he says. He never was one for the hard stuff. Unless it came to her.