He was the one to sit up first. She remained on her side, hand resting on his waist, but then he stood and looked for his pants. Her hand fell to the grass.
"This won't happen again," he said. He was putting on his shirt now.
Her heart skipped a beat. "I
what?" she sat up slowly, eyes round.
"We're done." A quick zip of his fly. The jangle of his belt as he buckled it.
But we never got started
you said this was the beginning. "I thought you liked me."
His green eyes skipped over her face. Looked away, as he found his tie. She'd spent months dreaming of those eyes, the same color as the grassy hill they'd so recently lain on.
He found his tie, and looped it around his neck. Held on to the ends with his big fists. Her question, left hanging between them, made him turn and face her. Deep lines marked the frown between his eyes. She stood defenseless before him, her blouse open and hanging off one small, creamy shoulder. The way it fluttered in the breeze