Recursion A.1b.

RECURSION

A.1b.

They wake up in their old bed, supple young bodies tangled together. Josie smiles, feels light and buoyant, vivacious and alive in ways she hasn’t quite managed in years. She giggles and pokes Oliver, smiles as he grunts and squirms, ticklish and sleepy. “Stop,” he whines.

“Come on,” she says, kissing him and dragging the sheets from the bed, wrapping them around her like a gown. “Let’s explore more.”

“No,” he groans, “Stay.”

“Bor-ring.”

“What if we fucked?” Oliver asks, leering at Josie.

Josie bites her lip in the middle of a huge grin, “Maybe if you can catch me!”

She whoops and drops the sheet and runs out the apartment front door bare ass naked.

Oliver sighs, smiles, shakes his head, and follows after her at a more reasonable clip.

He opens the door and steps through>>>