And as I pulled into the driveway, all those summer memories flooded my eyes. Gay sex “Thank you again.”“The pleasure’s all mi–”“Order number forty-two!” Was called out.His eyes averted to the truck and he held up the receipt, “That’s us.” And I stayed seated, allowing him to collect our order and bring it back; watching every fiber of his clothing cling to his body. This was Florida– this was home.But after a few minutes of buoyancy, I glared at the tower in the distance, easily a quarter mile down the beach. I really am crazy.But I didn’t care, instead I swam a bit further out; swam until my toes couldn’t touch the sandy bottom. And that’s not including the frenzy of traffic that swarmed downtown.But after several songs and several near death experiences, I found a spot along the beach and parallel parked. “Have you lived in Florida if you never had birria?” And he laughed, showing those bright teeth again.“So you live here, hm?” He poked at my skin, his touch setting my body ablaze.And I chuckled at the tease of my pale, reddened skin; “I grew up here.” I challenged him, tilting my head as I smiled.
