nothing is wrong if it feels right

We worked together. It was a sunny day and we felt like a beer on the way home.

 

 

He had a train to catch to another town. I was on my way home.

 

 

We got beers and sat talking about work. We were in the gardens of a museum. There were people walking dogs in the distance.

 

 

We had agreed not to have sex anymore, it was complicated. We were not drunk, not fully sober.

 

 

Without saying anything, he put his hand down my pants and flicked me off, alternating pushing his fingers inside me while we watched the passersby stroll in the sun. We didn't speak. It was amazing.

 

 

We packed up our things and said goodbye. I walk through the park every day on the way to work. I get a tingle now as I pass the grassy bank.