I did not reply to the message.
I locked the phone and put it face down on the nightstand. The words stayed in my head anyway.
‘I can make the ache stop.’
My body reacted to them even while I told myself I would not answer. The heat low in my belly refused to die.
I spent the day trying to act normal in my sister’s apartment.
I made coffee. I sat on the couch. I scrolled through nothing on my phone.
I helped her with a few dishes when she left for work. The whole time the unfinished feeling from the night before sat between my legs like an open wound.
The delivery man had been deep inside me. He had been f*****g me exactly the way I needed.
Then Ethan walked in and everything stopped before I could come. The slap, the bag, the drive across the city, none of it had erased the
