"I'myourdemon, apparently." I look at him. He stays in the closet a little longer.
Then slowly, he shifts. One knee hits the floor first. Then the other. He crawls out. I sit frozen on the bed. He stands up. Rolls his neck like he's just waking up from a nap.
"Cozy in there," he says. "But I think I prefer this view." His eyes drag over me.
I hate him. Except not at all. He takes a step closer. "So?" Another step. "Should we talk about it?"
"About what."
"You know what." He leans forward slightly.
"You. Me. Love. Closets. The usual."
I shut my eyes. I fall back on the bed, flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. What am I supposed to say now?
I feel awkward.
I don't want it to go there tonight.
Not when my head is already a mess. I definitely don’t want to open my mouth and accidentally tell him I feel something.
He steps closer, grabs my wrists gently and pulls me back up, dragging me into a sitting position in front of him. I look straight into his eyes, but I don't say anything.
"She said you were happier lately."
I look away.
"You think that's 'fine' too?"
My jaw clenches. He leans down, real close to my ear.
"Because to me, it feels fucking phenomenal."
"Stop. You don't get to act like this isn't a big deal." I look up at him. "You don't get to tease me like I'm some game when I'm still trying to breathe after what just happened."
"I'm not playing, Rava." He reaches out. Fingers brush my jaw. "You look good when you're flustered," he says softly. "Like your brain can't decide whether to punch me or ride me."
My eyes widen. "Oh, please."
His thumb traces my lower lip. "Relax," he whispers.
"No one's getting ridden."
Pause.
"Yet."
He steps back. Turns. Walks to the window. "This was fun." He lifts the window. "Terrifying. Hot. Probably illegal. Ten out of ten." He looks back at me once more. "Best closet experience of my life." And then he is gone.
I stand there for a second. Window half open. Lips swollen. Closet door still cracked. And then it hits me. All of it. All at once.
She knows.
My mom…
She knows.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. I spin around the room like a maniac.
