The following morning, Sloane opened her eyes and his were already open and looking at her and it felt utterly distinctive and contained and so she said, somewhat jokingly, Do you think that we should be exclusive?
There were a number of children’s toys neatly placed on bookshelves. In the kitchen there was rice cereal in the pantry, Medela bottles with mushroom nipples drying on a rack.
Richard had his head propped up with the heel of his hand. A wide bar of sunshine lit up the dust on the floor.
I thought, he said, that we already were.
i think i just like the dust bit