yes. But I think there’s something
more. I thought so the first time
we met, and yesterday confirmed it.
He could have played games. Didn’t.
He could have played rough. Didn’t.
He could have insisted all tweakers
are whores, one way or another.
The glass makes me brave, sends
waves of sensuality throughout my
body. I know being with Trey will
be incredible. But will it be only once?
Because once will not be enough.
Or maybe it will be way too much.
Either way, thinking about it makes
me believe I’m not a whore.
The Rest of the Day
Goes fast. Goes incredibly slow.
Midafternoon, Trey calls.
Hey, you. We still on for ton
ight?
Great. We’re all set up, good to go.
Where and when can we meet?
His voice sends chills through
my body. Good chills. “Give
me some time to run home
and clean up. How about five
thirty at the Starbucks on Mount Rose?”
Five thirty it is. But I doubt
you’ll need coffee. He hesitates,
as if deciding what to say.