“You think about s*x a lot.” The accusation came with a smile. The funny thing was how much I just wanted to hold Mickey’s hand right then, as we slowly made our way around the path on horseback. Did I notice the sweat in the hair on his chest and gut? Sure. Was the smell of him, fresh from the shower but without any sort of sprays or fake colognes driving me wild again? Yeah. But the sadness in his voice and the solitude and loneliness I imagined for him once Violet was asleep at night made me want to make him feel better.
“I think about us a lot.” Did I dare reach for him? f**k, yeah. I took the risk and got another smile for it. “Holding hands with Mickey Keller while horseback riding, there’s a teenage wish come true.” Damn me and my lack of a censor. Mickey took his hand away.
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