Me!Denver Parilla!!!
Unaware of my (crowing) train of thought, he acknowledges, “You haven’t had the best experience, sweetheart, have you?”
Sweetheart? Excuse me while I melt.
“Tonight? Of course I have! I’d say the best friend experiment wentverywell,” I purr.
“No,” he chortles before clarifying, “with relationships. Your mom and dad, then Pecan and I… Neil… Logan and Paul aren’t that much better. I can see why it’s easier to be single, and if you’re concerned about the consequences, why you wouldn’t just fuck around to be on the safe side.
“Women always deal with the repercussions first. It’s not fair, and I’d apologize for the patriarchy but fuck, I’d be here all night.”
“You still can.”
He chirps, “I’m sorry for the patriarchy, Denny.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“I won’t let you down.”
He can’t promise that.
Not really.
His track record sucks and sure, things might be different with me, but there’s no guarantee.
Everything starts off happily until it ends badly.
He has no idea the risk I took tonight.
Maybe it’s for the best he’s in the dark about that.
“Do you understand now?”
“Huh?”
“Why sex makes the world go ‘round?”
Though I hoot, he’s not wrong. “I want another orgasm, sure, but I wouldn’t let you treat me like shit to experience it again. Neither would I be a homewrecker. It sure as fuck isn’t worth a felony rap sheet either.”
He’s silent a second, then he snickers.
“You know I’ll never let up on you, right?”
“You wouldn’t be Denny if you let me get away with murder. Just tells me I have to work harder to make it make sense to you.”
Which, of course, is when it hits me.
Howcontenthe sounds.
Like he’s at peace.
Zach’s been fucked up since before his mom died. For obvious and understandable reasons, her first stroke messed with his head. Then, when he lost her, it changed him. He turned darker. Unhappier. Grief choked him.
But he does sound lighter.
Happier.
Like being cuddled up with me keeps his demons at bay for a short while.
