Saturday she told me to stay on the couch.
I didn’t.
Claire came back from her run shiny and angry and went straight to the shower with the door locked this time. I sat on her bed and waited. When she came out in the big shirt I pulled her down by the wrist. She said last time. She said Nate. She said the key. Then she let me put my mouth on her again anyway, standing up, her back against the closet, one foot hooked around my hip.
We made it to the bed.
She was on her back. I was between her thighs. Two fingers in her, my tongue on her c**t, her hand in my hair like she had forgotten she was straight. The house was empty — parents at some lunch they had invited us to and we had both lied about. Her phone was on silent on the floor.
I felt her start to come.
The front door opened.
No
