We’re lying there in bed afterward, the streetlamp outside the window giving enough light so I can make out those arms around me, just in case the feel of them isn’t enough to tell me how big and strong they are. When I turn over to face Kyle, I can see his hair and his face shining in the faint illumination. His lips aren’t that clear so I trace them with my finger, which he captures between them, spitting it out again a while later so he can speak.
“How long are you staying in town?”
“To the end of the week, working,” I tell him. “Then I’m headed over to my folks in Rockdale for the weekend. Figured I might not survive it if Mom found out I was down this way and didn’t visit. How about you?”
“I’ll be here the rest of the week. After that, I was thinking I might see if anyone’s hiring
