Lina breaks the silence. “Everything is so loud.”
“You’re telling me,” I mutter.
We hear the pitter patter of tiny feet running around the hallway. A shriek. A “gotcha!”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I blurt into the pitch-black darkness.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me alive,” I clarify.
“I told you. I do.”
She really does. I can see it in the way she looks at me. Like she could devour me whole. “I think I’d be too sinewy,” I say.
“There’s only one way to find out.”
I shift, adjust myself. Move a shoe out of my ass. “I think we determined that would be a bad idea.”
“I didn’t determine shit. Actually, that’s not true. I determined that I want to suck your dick.”
There’s a heavy pause. It weighs seven tons.
Then a small, “Whoops,” from Lina.
Wow. “It might mean more than that to me,” I tell her after several more moments.
She sighs. “It doesn’t have to. But me too,” she admits after a while. “And that might be a bad thing for right now.”
“He’s mad at me about it, though,” I say, to make us all feel better.
“Who? Your dick?”
“Yep.”
“Tell him he’s missing out.”
“He knows.”
I play with the shoelaces of a shoe I find under my hand. “I feel like we’ve been in here for forty-seven minutes.”
“I was going to say seven.”
“Can I have some chips?”
She passes them over to me, and I take a handful. Someone moans again. It might be me.
“These are fucking fantastic.”
“Right?!”
“It’s worth it to splurge on the good kind. Kettle cooked. Not the flimsy ones that crumble into nothing.”
“Those are good too, but in a different way.”
“Hmm… true. Sometimes. Like in sandwiches.” I take another handful. “You know what I would love right now?”
“To fuck me with no strings attached?”
