Carmen’s hands were running through her hair, she held on tightly to Shane. Her nails digging into her back, she scratched her, causing Shane to gasp. She kissed her, catching the noise in her mouth, she whispered in her ear.

   “Shhhhhh, Shay will hear.”

     Shane couldn’t take much more, she went in to Carmen, feeling how wet she was. She went in hard, and fast, she watched every little expression that Carmen made. She could feel her heart racing, in time with her own. She couldn’t catch her breathe, she needed to have her let go, it was almost torture waiting for her. She could hear her breathing quicken, she was getting tighter around her. Carmen would’ve screamed, if it wasn’t for Shane kissing her. They collapsed, breathing hard, both drenched in sweat.

   “It was from my mom.” Shane said she held Carmen whose head was resting on her shoulder. Shane was running her hands through Carmen’s hair, she grabbed her hand. Entwining her fingers with Carmen’s. She fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming about the last time she saw her mother.

     They were awoken the next morning by the sound of a bowl breaking. Shane sat up; she was still tired, and looked over at the clock. It was only 9:30, Shane rarely ever saw this time of day. She sat up trying to gain the energy to get up. She could feel Carmen, waking up, she looked over at her. Her hair was cascading down her back, the sun capturing her.

   “Your gorgeous,” Shane couldn’t saw anything else. She brushed a kiss across her lips and got up to get dressed. She grabbed her pyjama pants and wife beater; she left the room as Carmen started to get dressed. She walked down the hall, peeking into Shay’s room, his bed messy. She found him in the kitchen, he was trying to wipe up the mess with a small clothe.

   “Hey what happened?” Shane went to grab the mop from the closet, walking past Carmen who could only smile. She picked up Shay, putting him on the counter; she picked up the large pieces of the bowl throwing them into a bag.

   “Did you cut yourself?” Carmen was looking Shay over; he wouldn’t look them in the eye.