"I feel so lucky to be with you," Ben said, post-coitally.
"Why is that?" I asked, curled up at the crook of his arm.
"Because look at you, you're so young...and beautiful...and perfect. And look at me." He made a self-conscious gesture before switching off the lights. We lay together in bed without speaking for a while, lost in thought. He pulled me closer. I felt like he was trying to infuse his old, tired shell with my essence.
"Well, you make up for it in other ways," I replied after some time, thankful for the darkness. At least my mouth could say what my eyes couldn't.
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