Practice
I tiptoe to the bed across from mine and gently touch the warm mass I find there. “Brad?”
“Yeah?” His mumble is sleep slurred. The mass under my palm moves as he rolls onto his back to look up at me with hale-shuttered eyes.
“I…forgot something.”
“Can it wait until morning?” I can just see the outlines of his lips moving in the darkness, and leaning down, I kiss him. It’s a short kiss, closed mouth, soft pressure, warmth.
Brad is smiling when I pull away.
“Vinny…I need sleep. But can we practice that more tomorrow?”
Then I wake up.