Normal to feel a little hollow, after sex.
Is that normal?
It’s not that I expected Niko to stick around for pillow talk. But I just had the most ground-shatteringly intimate moment of my life, then watched it dissipate into the air like an apparition. Watched Niko disappear, like he was walking out from a business meeting.
When he was under me and about to come…
God, Godfuckingdamn, I’d never seen anyone look at me with so much intensity. I felt something. That same sensation that the two of us were more than just separate bodies.
Almost enough to fool me.
Guess that’s all this is, after all.
Just an act.
I look around the room like I just woke up from a wet dream, taking in the surroundings like I just walked in.
Or like he had me in a trance and now I snapped out of it.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
It happened.
I fucked someone.
It’s not like I should expect my entire life to change.
Although I do feel a little freer, like I’ve pushed through a threshold and relieved myself of a small burden on my back.
And instead of standing here letting my thoughts swirl on what Niko felt…
I need a fucking fresh start.
I got what I want.
No more, no less.
I grab my own set of clothes and head down the hall to the further bathroom, washing my body clean.
“It’s going to crash.It’s totally going to fuckin’ crash,” Noah says as he gingerly pulls the Jenga block out of the tower.
Weston shakes his head, watching over his shoulder. “No. It holds. It holds!”
The whole room erupts into a crowd of cheers over the music in the background as Noah pulls out the Jenga block, the tower sways just a little, but it doesn’t fall down.
It’s been hours since I last saw Niko.
The “get-together” is now in full swing in the Onyx House living room, and as expected, it’s starting to morph into a full party as more and more people stream into the house.
“Naughty Jenga lives to see another day,” Noah says.
Noah decided that he was sick of beer pong and tonight, he wanted this new form of Jenga.
Each block has a tiny note taped to it that has a “naughty” question on it. People can either answer the question honestly or take a shot of tequila if they want to remain silent.
I’m already three shots deep.
Noah reads his out to the crowd around him.
