A Performance
I take a few deep breath in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face and the back of my neck, it wasn’t easy to stop, I wanted more, I want him now more than I ever had, I wash my face with a cloth cleaning it as I contemplate my increased desire for Duran. I’m almost wondering if I feel this way because he’s met Angelo, because he hasn’t run away yet, because of the things he’s said tonight, everything he does making me excited, excited about a future with him. Coming out of the bathroom Duran is pulling his muscle shirt over his head, he gives me a side eye, I cant help but smile, it’s a little cute how he’s sulking like this; in my duffel bag I pull out a thin loose fitting night dress, I look over at the skeleton eyeing me as he settles on the bed, this room is far too small for
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