red

r | sexual content

Her lipstick is smeared - it's called Passionate Pomegranate or some other asinine thing - and there are thick black streaks down her cheeks. She doesn't say and he doesn't ask and even though they've never done this before, when they land on his bed, it's like familiar territory.

His only thought when she removes her ruby red dress is that, once upon a time, he could afford to date girls who dressed like this. He could afford to buy them dresses like this.

He enters her. She starts to speak; he covers her mouth with his hand.

She nods. It's okay.