“This? This is my default setting when you’re in the room, angel. You breathe and I’m hard, aight? Welcome to my life. Still ain’t tryna fuck.” His mouth tugs into a grin. “All I want is you in my arms. That’s it.”
He’s a fucking liar.
My smile kicks in before I can stop it,
my head’s shaking.
And then I take the first step down,
and the stairs tilt into a memory,
time folding in on itself,
taking me back to that night at Type,
guiding Andrew down those stairs?—
sweaty palms, wrecked heart,
the taste of something terrifying and right only seconds away.
Each step down clicks into place,
a reel unspooling.
The way we let go into each other,
how we held on tight.
The look on his face just before I slipped through the exit.
That night, I was falling into a stranger
I thought I could never have again.
This time? I’m walking into the arms
of the one I can’t seem to let go.
Which means this fall’s going to be one I don’t come back from.
34 /COLORBLIND
COUNTING CROWS
“Andrew. On your knees and lick my clit, boy.”
I stop mid-pace in the bathroom.
“Too much?” I ask my reflection.
How the fuck do people ask for oral without a contract?
I exhale, clear my throat,
and gesture to the toilet, all casual.
“Gotta offer for ya, pal.
