The coffee shop. Like none of it mattered.The seatbelt light flicked on. Gay sex Then push me away before it means anything.”“Troy, please.”I shook my head and turned, already walking. Away from prying eyes. Full tears this time, arms wrapped tight around me like she was afraid I might disappear. The engine hummed louder. The one he was wearing the night he. …I drop it on the bed and sit down hard, palms against my knees, chest tight. Suitcase open, nothing inside. Said he’d have the whole place to himself. My body went weightless. That was how he said goodbye. The bed was made. A wink and a blowjob?Instead, he let me in and everything smelled like cinnamon. I wanted to feel him like that. Not quite a confession. My chest burned. The curtains drawn. Say something to undo the softness. Not unless his hand was under my shirt. There’s homesickness, late-night chaos, and cereal eaten in nothing but a towel. That the world would bend for us. He lived two streets over. Until the moment he finally slid in slowly and my whole body arched under him. “A pep talk?”He looked down. Fingers brushing mine.My body betrayed me.
