Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Pillow Talked

He felt her back against his chest. He listened to hear if she was awake; she stirred. “Hey?” He whispered somewhere near her shoulder blade.

“Thanks for talking to me.”

“No. Seriously. I don't really have people in my life who talk to me.” Mark shifted his hand and caressed her belly.
“Mark, people talk to you all the time. People love talking to you.”

“No. People talk. But they don't talk to me. They ask me questions but they don't talk to me. Jack talks to me. John talks to me. And now you. That's it.”
“I like talking to you.” Brady leaned her back into his chest.

“You make me feel less alone in the world. I just need you to know that. Okay?”
Brady took his hand off her stomach and brought it to her lips.

“See that's what happened with me and Ellen. Hell, to me and most of my exes,” Mark began. “I never knew what they were thinking. They didn't talk to me.” Mark began a recitation of his previous relationships. Brady didn't talk to him; she knew he wanted her to listen.