At the Movie: Dana, Sorin, & OPEN
Any thoughts related to the movie were now chased away. They were a distant thought not to be thought of. Perhaps in the recesses of her subconscious they might manifest in a dream. No, not a dream, but a nightmare. But Dana was grateful that they weren't here now. That it was her and Sorin and tenderness and anticipation of what was to come. There was always something exciting about sex for her. It was never boring.
She reached up and touched his hair. It was a little long on the top and then she leaned up to kiss his throat, just below his Adam's apple. Sorin was a friend and one that she would always hold close to her. Both physically and figuratively. Some people accused Dana of having superficial friendships, but that wasn't so. It was anything but that. Dana cared about people with every ounce of her being.
"Can I stay the night?" she asked as her hand reached for the knob of his door. It wasn't the first time she would stay with him, but there was something so wonderful about waking up next to a warm body of someone you cared for.