“Do you ever,” Leslie started suddenly, lifting her head from the crook of Ann’s shoulder, “wonder how things would be different if you lived somewhere else, like, not next to a lot-formerly-a-pit?”
“I’m not wondering right now, if that’s what you’re asking.” Ann shifted, nudging Leslie’s cheek with her nose for a kiss; a kiss that never got old or tired, a kiss that always felt brand new. Sacred.
Breathless, Leslie broke it off. “Yes, but, what if we never met.” Her eyes were bright, with desire, with need. Ann rolled both of them over, Leslie looking up at her, dazed.
“None of the what-ifs matter, Les.” She brushed a hair out of Leslie’s eyes, felt a smile grow up in side of her at the look of pure love radiating there, but kept her face serious, just for a moment longer. “None of that matters because we’re here, now, in this house next to a lot-formerly-a-pit.”
“Someday a park,” Leslie insisted, arching up against Ann’s body. Warm.
“Someday a park.”