Private Parts
“The following day Troy sat in the front booth at the Quality Diner, his father across from him. But it was neither the eatery nor his father that he was contemplating, but rather last night and the hours he’d spent in that motel room with Kendall.
He’d woken this morning surprised to find himself still in bed with her, yet reluctant to get out of it. To move her leg from where it lay across his. To put an end to her soft snores where her head rested against his shoulder.
He’d lain there, caressing her back with his hand, marveling at the soft warmth of her skin, the sweet smell of her blond hair, thinking that for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.
He frowned now, finding his choice of description odd. To feel peace meant that one was at war, no? If so, what was he at war with? And how did he go about ending it permanently?
He finally focused on his father and his question. “I’m sorry. What was that?”
His father appeared not to know whether to grin or frown. “You’re distracted.”
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