But I’m staring down at his mouth
when the confession slips out anyway?—
“I need you inside me, Drew.”
His whole body goes still.
Even his breath.
His fingers tangle in my hair,
and he pulls me back to meet my eyes.
He swallows.
“You wanna look at me when you say that?”
His eyes crash tide-ripping blue.
His jaw goes rigid,
waiting for me to take it all back.
I don’t?—
“I need you. Inside me.
“I—I don’t fuckin’ know why.”
His face shatters,
as if the floor dropped out beneath him and he’s still falling.
Voice low, cracked—“Christ, angel… yeah.”
Then again, firmer: “Yeah. I’m yours.”
Then whispered, wrecked:
“I’m yours. All yours. Been yours.”
His forehead presses to mine.
“Fuckin’—I’m so yours.”
And my chest rips down the middle,
heart pounding hard enough
to break out from inside,
just to stand in front of him,
cracked open and offered?—
bloody, bruised, free,his.
Slow down, my stupid, stupid, heart.
