and now i'm covered in you

After, they dress in silence, and his lips graze the nape of her neck as he zips up her dress. They choose a drawer in his dresser for her things, grinning like children as they fold up the few outfits she’ll be keeping there. They brush their teeth over his small, cracked sink, and even though the chill of the ceramic tiles seeps through her thin stockings, when he kisses her one last time, his mouth fresh and clean, it feels like June.

She slips her ring back on before she goes. The metal is cold to the touch, like ice around her finger.