Neon Nights

She leaned down, planting kisses along his jaw.

“How about now?”

 

“Mm. Do you feel the difference now?”

 

She pulled away after a moment, her hand on his jaw.

“...we’re not going to remember any of this.”

 

She shifted, settling him down in the bed, her head propped up on his chest.

“Oh well. I’ll wake up to you shirtless.”

 

She looked down at him, her smile creeping over her lips.

“We’re going to be so confused.”

 

“You’ll be embarrassed,” she teased, kissing along his sternum. “I’ll be smug.”

 

She leaned forward, kissing along his jaw gently before closing her eyes.

 

(Zoop!)

The next morning, Ophelia was still lying on top of him, using his chest as a pillow.

 

She shifted awake, looking around blearily, groaning as the headache hit her.

 

She sat up and looked down at him, a bright flush crossing her cheeks, her hands resting on his chest.