Me:
Not my finest performance, but I lack sufficient direction
Sex God:
Corner above the door
I hate night mode, but it’s good to see your face
Even if you’re glaring at me
Me:
Go to sleep
Sex God:
I can’t without you
My heart feels too tight for my chest. I bite my lip. I have Hawk and Cam, but he’s all alone. But I knew he’d miss me.
Me:
Check the pocket of your bag
I wait for a few minutes to see if he’ll find it.
Sex God:
Fuck, little devil
I arch an eyebrow at the camera, imagining him holding a pair of my panties. Not the new ones that he buys me but the cotton ones I always used to wear. That I wore for him. I don’t know where he keeps them, but I know he has a collection of my panties somewhere.
Me:
Full disclosure, I put those in your bag before we went to bed the other night
Sex God:
I’m glad you weren’t mad at me then
Me:
I don’t want to be mad at you
I can’t help the confession. Curling into the corner of the couch, I try to imagine how we got to this place. Where the only way to fight was to blurt out truths?
Sex God:
I’m not mad at you, Evan
I rub my chest on my heart.
Me:
It feels like you are
His words from earlier echo in my head. He’s not ready to apologize. That means he might be sorry for what he said.
