By Snowlight

The room was faintly illuminated by the moon outside. Reflecting off the snow, it lit up a jumbled mass in the middle of a bed. A massive white quilt covered two bodies lying on a leopard skin pattern. The jumble expanded and contracted slightly. The two people, male and female lay sweaty, panting in the afterglow of their moment. The man (well, boy really) stared at the ceiling, his eyes having acquired a slight glaze to them. Unfocusedly the girl raised her head above the covers.

“Mark?â€