hissing against the curb.
Andrew taps the window with two knuckles.
The driver cracks the window,
letting in a sliver of air.
Andrew leans in,
saying something I can't hear.
The door swings open,
I slide in,
and he follows, shutting it behind him.
I glance over at him.
“Seriously? Whispering to the cab guy?”
The driver catches me in the rearview.
“It’s a surprise.”
Andrew leans back with his elbow posted on the door. “See? Even Eddie gets it.”
I squint at the dash.
License reads:EDUARDO.
“You know him?”
“Yeah. Me and Ed?
“We go way back. Like… ten seconds.”
His eyes crash into mine and don’t leave.
There’s a mix of heat and relief in them, like they're saying?—
you showed up,and it’s already wrecking me.
“What?” I ask, fighting a smile. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”
His next words murmur raspy
with a postorgasmic look in his eyes.
“You look stupid beautiful, it’s killin’ me.”
It doesn’t leave him sweet.
It fucks, then spreads warm.
“Practiced that one while waitin’ for me?”
He laughs under his breath.
