leaving her alone. In front of her body I couldn’t
hold back. I just wanted to kiss her, her sweet
stomach that drives me insane, her swollen breasts
and her pink round face. I wanted to kiss every
part of her. And I can’t explain myself, I can’t tell
you why her body excites me more than anything
I’ve ever seen in my life.
She’s pregnant. By someone else.
And I wish it weremine.
That they werebothmine.
I must have drunk too much and am completely
delusional by this point, but it feels like someone
is calling me.
“Patrick…”
I shake from my stupor that I was wallowing in
and try to stand up and don’t make a good show of
it.
“Get outta here, Erin. You shouldn’t be next to
me, especially in these conditions.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve seen you drunk.”
“No, I don’t imagine it is, nope.”
She comes towards me slowly and tries to touch
my face but I pull back, turning away.
Her hand remains in the air and I can hear her
disappointment even if I don’t see it painted in her
eyes.
Erin doesn’t give up; she takes another step and
forces me to turn, taking my face in her hands. Her
eyes are kind, sincere and so sweet, chocolate
colored, the good kind that in my house we only
