Chapter 6
Unfortunately he drops his hand from my hip as we exit the small brick building and silver moonlight cascades down and over our partially naked bodies. At the edge of the two properties—his back facing the front of the Nova, and my back facing my living room window—we face each other. Our chests almost touch, as well our crotches. Thick heat rises between us, smolders. I feel as if I’m going to fall to the pre-summertime grass. My stomach jolts. I honestly think he’s going to take me in his arms and hug me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he simply says, “See you around.”
“Around,” I reply, barely capable of speaking because I am drunk, dizzy, horny, and lost among the folds of night.
The moment ends as I head to the front of my saltbox, nervously trot into the quiet and dark house, and begin to think for maybe the first time: He might not just be a tool after all. There’s more to him. Someone I can like. For me.
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