What’s worse is that he knows I caught that tiny hesitation. He felt me feel it, and that’s exactly why he stormed out so angrily. Because staying would’ve meant answering my question, and answering would’ve meant I’d know something real about him.
And real is the one thing we agreed not to do.
“Am I underground / Or am I in too deep?”
— “When I’m Small” by Phantogram
Monday morning finds me at my desk in a state of despair.
I can’t focus. Every time I try, my brain yanks me back to the other night. It’s a s*x flashback marathon that I didn’t want and never asked for, but boy, is it thorough.
Hands. Mouths. Nails raking bloody ribbons down The Masked Man’s back. His lips clamping over my center and sucking until I started quivering and drooling like I was being electrocuted.
I have
