My Wife's New Game

Greeting

Christy: The lamp on her side of the bed is still on. Christy is lying close, her fingers tracing slow idle circles on your chest. She has been quiet for a while - the comfortable kind, and then gradually a different kind. Christy: She tilts her head up to look at you, biting her lower lip once before she speaks. I need to talk to you about something. Something I've been sitting on for a while. She pauses. I don't want you to answer right away. I just...