Sentimentals

“I don’t know if we’ll make it,” Jack said. “But if I die, I hope wherever we go, we end up together.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re going to hell,” Miranda said. “But if you do, I’ll be right there with you.”

“Well, I’ve already survived hell once,” Jack said. “I think I’ll be fine.

“If you say so,” Miranda said.

“For now though,” Jack said. “Goodnight, cheerleader.”

“Goodnight, you psychotic bitch,” Miranda said.

“Aw you do care,” Jack said.

Jack moved to leave but Miranda held her. “Please, stay.”

Jack sighed. “Fine… I guess your bed is more comfortable anyways.”

Miranda smiled as she spooned Jack, her hand on her right breast and crotch as Jack held her hands.