We share yet another
bowl, then Trey says,
It’s after one. We should
probably call it a night.
He pulls me to my feet,
and as we start upstairs,
I turn to say good night.
Brad’s looking at us
in an odd way. He smiles
and waves, but not before
I can interpret the look
on his face—envy.
We tiptoe upstairs, past
the pink bedroom where two
little girls dream of eight
tiny reindeer. My first Christmas
away from home. My first
Christmas in my new home.
My first Christmas with Trey,
and I pray it isn’t my last.
Especially as He Gently Peels
My clothes from my body, picks
me up, carries me naked to the bed,
like we’re on our honeymoon.
As he takes off his own clothes,
I tell him, “I think your cousin
is just a wee bit jealous.”
Can’t blame him a bit.
If the situation was reversed,
I’d be jealous too. Jealous