crackers
kelly likes crackers in yellow box
i bring them
i bring them to him
he isn’t taking box
why
moon is bright and he won’t take crackers
i put them down
push them
he growls at me
i growl back
he
he
takes box
shakes head
box breaks
crackers in grass
not deer but okay
he eats crackers
better than deer
i
i
I
“I need to tell you something,” I say, my voice strong. “And I know it might be surprising to hear from me, but I think… I think you’re amazing. I think you’re wonderful. I don’t know if there’s anyone like you in all the world, Kelly. And I know you probably don’t think of me the same way, and that’s okay. I don’t want to put any pressure on you. I would never do that. I just… I look at you, sometimes, and my heart is in my throat and I can’t breathe. I guess that means you take my breath away, ha, ha, but… goddammit. This is fucking awful.”
I shake my head in disgust
My reflection in the mirror in my bedroom does the same.
I sigh as I drag my feet toward the door. I’m late for training, and Ox will kick my ass if I take any longer. It’s probably for the best, anyway. Kelly doesn’t see me like that. There’s no scent of arousal when I’m around him. And Kelly…
…is standing on the other side of the door, arm raised as if to knock, but he’s frozen, his eyes wide.
Well, fuck.
“Please tell me you didn’t hear anything just now,” I beg him.