When they get to his room, their hips roll together as they sink into his mattress. She tugs at his shirt. He reaches over his shoulder and pulls it off. Tosses it wherever. His hands move to her thighs, and he tugs her dress up, up, his hands at her waist. She sits forward and lets him slide it over her head. Her bra and knickers are silky and black. His eyes feasting on the expanse of skin he’s been dreaming about forever.