She refilled our glasses. "I've missed you, Archy," she said casually.
"And I've missed you, Connie," I said, just as casually.
"It's been silly-time," she added.
"Too true," I concurred.
"Right now?" she asked.
" 'Barkis is willin'," I told her.
"Who's Barkis?"
"A close friend of mine."
"I think I've had enough of your close friends," she said.
I skinned down and had popped between the sheets before Connie finished locking up and dousing the lights. She left a single bulb burning in the bathroom and when she came out starkly naked I almost swooned with longing. What a delight she was! And no tattoos.
She climbed into bed and we moved close.
"Let's go for it," she said.
I still refuse to believe romantic love is a myth. But an intimate friendship between a man and a woman is better.
I think.