12 Chapter 12

“You’re falling for me,” I say. “I can see it on your face.” We lie side by side on the sofa bed. I toy with the strands of hair on his chest, a nipple, his navel.

“I want to say I can’t help it, even if I canhelp it.”

“How can you help it?”

“There are many ways. I could avoid you. I could treat you like shit. I could—”

I place my fingertips against his lips to shush him, lean into his cheek, apply my lips to his skin, pull away, and add, “I’m falling for you, too.” 7: Tingles

The drive back home is shorter than I expect. Joey tells me to sit right beside him and rest my head on his shoulder. About halfway home I have other things on my mind and find the zipper on his jeans.

“What’s going on, Hawk?” he asks, smiling from ear to ear.

I pull his chub out, wrap my palm around its girth, and begin to stroke him off briskly.

He moans, groans, and grunts. His hips rise off the seat as he drives into me, falls away, and rises again. After eight minutes he says, “I’m going to blow.”