What were you thinking about so hard?

“What were you thinking about so hard?” she asked. “Nothing,” he said. “Just looking at the water.” “With your eyes closed?”

SMOOTH BY MEAGAN BERNABÉ 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 07

The interior of his car was black leather. The front seats had built-in warmers, and when he picked her up, her side was always already warm.

“Cold outside?” he would ask her, h…