Kris stretched out in the rumpled bed she and Eric had shared the previous night. She inhaled the rich roast scent of coffee, listening to his footsteps across the kitchen floor. Rubbing her eyes, she stared at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. It couldn't be 10:30. She never slept that late. Kris blushed, remembering the slow caress of Eric's hands over her body. It had been nothing like her previous empty encounters. She'd had a short promiscuous phase in college, using men to fill the void. Once the chasm expanded, Kris pushed away the opposite sex, until Eric Soares. She scooped her clothes off the bureau, where Eric must've folded them, and dressed hurriedly. Eric had grown up in a family ravaged by grief and survived the consequences. They were kindred spirits. Kris found him near the stove, frying bread in foamy butter. Damp comb grooves slicked his hair. Instant shyness glued her in her tracks. Eric set a yellow-streaked bowl into the sink and planted a lingering kiss on her lips.
What do You think about Twenty-Five Years Ago Today?
