Glass (Crank 2)

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.