That first night in his bed, I lay atop the sheets, grinning. Aaron rolled toward me as the sweat cooled on my skin. “If we see each other again, I need to start wearing my mouthguard,” he said. Inside my purse, mine lay stashed alongside my just-in-case condoms. “Thank, God,” I said, showing it to him. We laughed about geriatric dating, kissed again, popped in our devices, and set their colorful cases on his nightstands. I ran my tongue against the smooth acrylic which hugged my teeth as tightly as Aaron’s arms entwined my waist. Our imperfections made us perfect together.
Nice story and I like the analogy between the hugging mouth guard and strong arms around her waist. But grinders and clenchers are in no way restricted to the over 40’s and nowadays almost normal. For me the testing time in any new mature relationship is when you have to take the mini or maxi dentures out!
Excellent observation about mouth guards, Constanée. I’m sure my daughter (a dentist) will have a few things to say about it too! Thanks for taking the time to read and respond.
A fine and funny and great look at romance and its layers!
Excellent work! Great attention to detail for such a short piece!
I thought this was a funny and sensitive story.
Lovely perspective! It’s nice to see mature characters. 🙂
Delightful
Great analogy “hugging”.
Great little story Andrea!
Thanks for sharing!
Hilarious! Love it!