I give it to him, mindless.
We step out,
and I’m staring up at the hotel
as if it’s laughing at me, like?—
You fucked up.
Jerked him off in a basement,
and now he thinks you’re easy.
Thinks you’ll give him anything.
God, you should see your pathetic, gullible face.
Bet he’s in some group chat right now,
dropping his boys a play-by-play.
Bet they’re all laughing at you right now.
And then I blink,
breaking the thought in half.
Nah.
If he thinks that?
I’ll snap off his dick, autograph it,
and FedEx it to his nonna.
Andrew stays close, his hand warm in mine as we walk through the lobby.
He knows where he’s going,
nods at the greeter,
smiles at the woman behind the desk
as if they know him,
like this is normal and we’ve done this before.
Maybe this is where he takes all the girls,
and this is just another Thursday night.
We stop at the elevator.
He presses the top floor.
I look into our warped reflections in the steel doors.
“Where we goin’?” I say,
