Memory
We stood outside in the cold, surrounded by happy people in fancy dress, our noses touching. You were crass but I couldn’t stop smiling. You put your hands in my rain coat’s pockets without asking and you told me you’d edit my essays if I’d only come over the next day. I tried to put my hands in my pockets too and you moved yours so mine would rest in your palms. You said something rude or obnoxious again, trying to wind me up, so I turned away and took a step, you grabbed my waist forcefully and apologized, pulling me to you, we laughed and you kissed my neck. You had your arms wrapped tight around me from behind. I noticed people noticing and mentioned it and you said you didn’t care.
