Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[She had never smoked, not really, not in any true way. As a teenager, she'd plucked cigarettes from between his fingers, and she'd ashed outside the window of their shared bedroom, and she'd mostly tried really, really hard not to cough. She'd never fallen in love with them, with cigarettes, but she did like smoking when she drove. She remembered that first car, windows open and Britney blaring, and that seemed so, so far away now.
But he didn't seem far. Right there, and she thought he felt warmer than in the past, but maybe that was her bringing that heat there, here, to this couch. His arm felt heavy, and his grip felt strong, and she sucked on the cigarette and tasted wet paper against the tip of a tongue that passed over it for that reason alone. And it was old, and it was habit, but she draped her legs over one of his, knees hooked over his thighs, and she closed her eyes and sighed as she handed the cigarette back.] Hi. [She touched her fingertips to the rough stubble on his cheek.] Hi. [A beat. Another.] Do you think about the past a lot?