She stayed in bed for a long time after he left. He had stumbled around for a while in the dark and sloppily kissed her lower back before ducking out the door. The sun had still not risen, hopefully it never would. She turned and twisted her feet into the sheets that were still warm from him. His side of the bed was damp with sweat, it was more pitiful than unsettling. He didn’t seem like he was that nervous, maybe he was over excited. She felt an electric ripple in her heart and turned to her phone which lit up with, “You know. You’re pretty gorgeous in the moonlight.” An attempt at keeping things fired up. He probably hoped that she would think about him all day, longingly staring out the window while he was out delivering newspapers and clipping his toenails. Her heart thumped in her throat, “I wish I could have stayed there with you.” His sweat smelled like a mixture of green apples, soot and gin. Thump, thump. “We should do something this weekend.” She put the phone in air plane mode.