I cave in and light a cigarette
I sit on the edge of the bed facing away from her so I don't meet her gaze
I hate myself for smoking in front of her but it's been a stressful day
I've told Sophie about her
She says I need to be more open
More loving
More affectionate
I ask about her family life
She tells me about her sick mum
"My mum died of cancer when I was 14," I tell her
I never used to talk about it because it was painful
It's not so bad now
Plus there's no one else I'd rather tell than her
Stubbing half my cigarette out, I roll to her side
Planting majestic kisses up and down her body
I pull back her white silky knickers and smile mischievously and look her in the eye before going down
Coming back up, we drown each other in love and affection
We fall asleep entangled in each other's arms
Sometimes she looks so young when she's asleep
Sophie calls me in the middle of the night
"What's up dickhead?" She says leisurely
"She's in my arms right now," I state proudly
"My baby brother has finally found someone," Sophie sighs content
"Mum would've loved her,"
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