the bed we shared last night?
Will sharing a bed, sharing
someone they love, blow
their closeness into distant
pieces?
Brad Stirs
I’m not sure I’m ready to test
his reaction, so I push back against
Trey, shove him gently out of bed.
He goes into the bathroom and I
follow, turn on the shower, climb
inside, hoping the noise doesn’t
wake Brad, but knowing it will.
At least we won’t be a sandwich.
I’m shaky. Scared. Is this the end?
I put my arms around Trey’s neck,
lean my head into his chest. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean…”
It’s okay, Kristina. We never
made any promises. Anyway,
I know Brad’s lonely.
I look up, hook his eyes. “I’m
lonely too. And that’s all this is.
I love you. But you aren’t here.”
I want to ask if he’s been with other
girls. [Don’t.] Need to ask. [No.]
Have to know. [No, you don’t.]
He tells me anyway. I love you,
too. But I can’t tell you I haven’t
been with other girls.