Glass (Crank 2)

watch. Oops. Ten fifteen.

Better get the girls to bed.

You two make yourselves at home.

Trey walks with him to the door,

pokes his head into the hall behind

him, says something I can’t quite

make out, except for the words

“alone time.” He closes the door,

dims the overhead light,

walks to me slowly. Oh, God,

he’s so impossibly fine I can’t

believe I’m here with him.

His hands cover mine, pull.

I believe you said something

about our second date?

I should say no, know I should

say no. But I don’t. “Okay.”

And then we’re on the bed,

and our clothes are off and his

body is hard and smooth

and brown. He kisses me—

full on the mouth, hard

on the mouth, and when he moves

lower, I begin to tremble. Shiver.

Suddenly I start to cry.

He stops, rests his chin on my

belly, looks into my eyes. You okay?

I nod. “It’s just…it’s been a really

long time. I don’t know if…”

He grins. It’s like riding a bike.