Fallout (Crank 3)

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t

lift my stomach, roller-coaster-

style. Definitely a thrill, getting

away with illicit behavior.

More of that is brewing, for sure.

Leah slips her hand into mine,

and my first thought is of Nikki.

I suspect where this is headed. So why

am I still going along with Leah’s

plan? Stunning cleavage or no,

Leah is not the right thing to do,

literally or figuratively, despite

how soft her hand is in mine,

or how the jasmine perfume of her

reminds me of a warm June evening.

Stop it, Hunter, stop it. You are

not just another guy, lusting after

an easy piece. You are not …

BUT APPARENTLY I AM

Leah turns her face up toward mine,

daring me to kiss her. God, she is

luscious, ripe fruit temptation,

serpent coiled in expectation.

I can hear Nik whisper, You’d never

cheat on me, would you, Hunter?

The snake strikes, and I pull back.

“Leah, I have a girlfriend, you know.”

Her hand falls out of mine, and

relief escapes in a long-drawn sigh.

But she will not so easily be dismissed.