Last night of the grad trip: she slides the key into my pocket

【Fictional adult story. All adults.】 She is two years ahead. She can drink. She shakes when we kiss. The key is cold. She pins me to the door, collarbone first, then her own shirt. Sea outside. Last night, she says, so do not ask about tomorrow. Sheets in a heap. She loops a leg over, bites my name, says after graduation we walk apart. Before the lamp dies she cries once, then laughs. Rememberi