Kimbra

With our clothes back where they belong and the grass removed from my hair, we walk back toward the house. As if we both need the connection, our fingers intertwine and we move through the trees in sweet silence.

At the lake's edge, we'd made out like two horny teenagers, not like two adults who'd fucked like rabbits the day before. The urgency was different. We’d been together, united, the closest two people can be, but today we wanted more.

With the gentle ...