Enough for him to know I still wanted to be wanted. That maybe, if we just kept choosing each other, we could make it work.I was wrong.But that night…that night…I wasn’t.That night, he was mine.I blink out of the memory.Back in my room, the clock ticks past 2AM. Gay porn He doesn’t get to have that. You just stand there and admire, and ache, and move on.But I can’t move on until I go back. I didn’t read it. Quiet. My stomach. Our hands tangled. Someone might see. Listening. Walls bare. The engine hummed louder. His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it over my head. All the maybes. But all he ever did was mess with your head. His hair still messed from sleep. The one we’d mastered. He opened the door in sweats and that gray hoodie, the sleeves pushed up. He lived two streets over. Said his parents were flying to Hawaii for their anniversary. The only thing ahead now was air and sky and whatever comes next.I wasn’t running anymore.I was walking into something new.A different chapter.And this time, I was the one choosing how it begins.Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first three chapters of Summer After Him, the first arc of “Everything Meant Nothing”Now, the story
