After several seconds of that, he plunged it back in to the hilt, held it there and pulled out. They had to go visit my aunt last night and wouldn’t be back until Monday; that was why I was going to his house. Dylan was watching my face, and when I let my head loll and my eyes close, he got up, despite my attempts at pulling me back down. I spent maybe most of the afternoon trying to figure out when he would call, and why he’d cancelled on me. It was getting a little rough and always enjoyed an intermission. “Where…Where did you get that?” I asked in disbelief. Listen, I rented a boat the long weekend, its sitting down in the marina collecting dust. I grinded my hips into the bed. There’s cornflakes, weet-bix or rice bubbles?”
“Cornflakes,” I said, deliberately lacing my voice with disappointment. He grabbed my free arm and turned me to face him. They smell like you, like angels. I sat up dazed and looked around.
