Marielle shook her head, remembering. She was sitting now, her back resting against the wall of the humid little room, on the bare mattress with Enoch beside her. The pain in her leg was still searing but it was growing easier to think about other things. There was so much to think about.
“You never told me what you’re living for,” Marielle said, still looking across the room.
“Well maybe I would have if you hadn’t had other things on your mind,” Enoch snapped back, not meanly, but quickly.
“What are you talking about?” she inquired. Enoch sighed and looked away from her, towards the empty hallway. A few beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face. Marielle racked her brain for memories of Friday night. Then something clicked.
“What happens when you kiss a man with no soul?”
Enoch turned back to her, trying to hide his surprise. He had a strange feeling of déjà vu, but answered anyway, “Nothing.”
A little smiled picked up the edges of his mouth as he said it. She remembered. Marielle’s eyes hardened and shrank to slits as she inspected his face.
“What do you mean?”
“Let me show you.” Enoch’s eyes were growing deep and black like holes in his head. She closed her eyes and sank against him. Pain split across her leg again and she kissed him with all the more passion because of it.
“Nothing?” she asked between short breaths.
Enoch held her firm gaze, “Nothing.”