Feed the Dragon

So far, no one had said anything.

Crickets were chirping. Literally.

Birds were quiet, like they didn’t even want to draw his attention.

I was with them.

But leave it to Eric to shred the peace of that moment. He cupped his hands next to his mouth. “We can see your nipples.”

I looked.

Billy looked.

Eric yelled at him not to look.

And I saw that from the porchlight above me, the ‘light and airy’ fabric was now invisible.

Great.

I crossed my arms over my chest to hide the dark blotches and pointed tips which were clearly visible.

Eric crooked his finger at me.

I reluctantly headed over, barefoot and avoiding the sharper weeds.

As I entered his reach, he caught one hand behind my shoulders and the other on my hip to turn me against the side of the car.

“Is talking to me really so hard?”

“You’ve already got your hands on me.” I grumbled.